the guy across the street

The guy across the street is perfect – he just moved in. You couldn’t ask for a sweeter guy, a more gorgeous individual, a more sincere, loving, intellectual, musical perfect guy. He’s got dark hair, dark eyes… and he’s so smart. He could easily be a doctor, and yet his sense of humor is awesome. The guy across the street is mesmerizing. I am totally amazed by him – I love him.

Now if only the guy across the street existed… No, I haven’t found the perfect guy yet. No, there is no guy across the street. I don’t think that guy even exists. *sigh* But there is a house across the street that people just moved out of. It gives me hope, but not very much. What can I say? I’m just a dreamer.

If you can’t already tell, I’m having one of those “I seriously need a boyfriend” days. Yeah, yeah, yeah I KNOW I don’t need one. Sheesh, I’m not always like this… just today. Well, maybe this weekend, but that’s not the point. I go through cycles. I would never get a boyfriend just for the sake of having one. In fact, I’d just as well skip the entire dating process and fall in love with the first guy I have a relationship with. I want him to be Gilbert Blythe… my version of Gilbert Blythe. (Which I’m almost doing… I meaning skipping the entire dating process is still in tact – I just need the perfect guy now…)

*sigh*

Ok this is where everyone tells me I’m pathetic, and where I heartily agree. Oh well, I can dream, can’t I?

@~>~>-dreamergrrl