As It Turns Out, Insane as a Bowl of Nuts

So, he never called. And it's reached the one week period. And I'm not going to hang on to this like those women who hang onto lingering memories and give the prick two weeks. Uh-uh, ur only getting a week with me.

So why is it so hard to delete his stupid contact from my cell.

He is tall, blonde, with messy semi-curly hair. Boyishly cute smile and mannerisms. I tripped and fell in front of a gazillion of people that are crucial to the progress of my career in the industry (on a stage, no less). He popped out of nowhere and made sure I was ok. When I had started to finally come to terms with my humiliation later on in the night, he calls out to get my attention. I look up to see him tripping off the stage: "That was for you" he says as he runs out.

Did I mention he has this amazing smile? And those blue eyes... On the last day, he stops me to ask for my number. He offers to drive me to the party from my house. I'm touched by his hospitality, but decline. He says he'll call me later that night. He really didn't have to say that. I hug him because I think baby this might actually be real!!!! I ride the subway in euphoric happiness all the way home, because he was so sincere, he had to be. Analyzing every little thing, it had to be! But then again why wud he be interested? He's too cute, too connected with the rest of the world...I didn't even suspect he had the ability to be interested in a clumsy fool like me

So if he ever finds out I was waiting on HIM, of the good-looking-down-to-earth-doesn't-know-or-care-that-he's-good-looking-social-butterfly-who-asks-girls-for-their-number-to-make-friends-who-is-to0-good-to-be-true -so-he-must-have-a-girlfriend species, he will probably laugh until he had to be bed-ridden for the rest of his life, thinking "I didn't mean that..."

So there you have it girls. I really didn't mean for this whole blog to be about my experience with yet another member of the ever stupid population of boys, but there you have it.

Um, in other news, I ate calamari and drank Gatorade. No, I didn't think that would be as amusing. This is the last you'll hear about him. I promise. (for the time being)

You know what, I know I'm going to be successful, as cocky as that sounds. It's so close, I can smell it. It seems impossible from where I am right now. I'm just some obscure first year student who doesn't get along with all of her profs. Who endangers a lot of her future prospects by opening her mouth and saying something. But I KNOW it's going to happen. I want it, not to be rich and famous, but to know that I've actually gotten there, the place in life I've been striving for ever since I was paralyzed dumb for minutes after the credits had stopped rolling on A Streetcar Named Desire when I was four. A few positions have come my way, and I, being the eager beaver, coudn't have been stopped in accepting them if a four by four tried to run me over.

Ladies, we have a reason to celebrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!