AUTHOR: tbooty DATE: 3/23/2005 04:03:00 PM ----- BODY: you don't EVEN know how true that title is. so i'm going to tell you. it's been a LONG time since i've had anything remotely close to resembling a boyfriend, and i'm the first to admit that it's been 99% my fault, as i removed myself from the pitfalls of dating for quite a long time. i eased myself back into the "dating scene" not quite 2 years ago. at that point, i met someone i was all excited about, and we "dated" for a couple of weeks. since then? a date here or there. maybe a 2nd date. even 1 or 2 that went to 3 or 4 dates. that's been the extent of it. i've "liked" a few of these guys, but not the "oh-my-god-i-can't-even-think-straight-because-all-i-can-think-about-is-him" type of liking. that has all changed. because of the writer. the writer who tells me on a daily basis that i'm beautiful. the writer that a few hours after our first "date" (lunch of course) said that he "missed me". (after 4 hours? SWEET!) the writer that traveled to boise to follow the local team (go huskies!) on their quest through the ncaa tournament, yet came home a day early (even though he was sick and didn't feel the greatest) so he could see me. the writer that continues to tell me he misses me, even though i saw him 3 days ago. the writer who, when asked today if there was a "light at the end of the tunnel" for all the meetings and things he has to do this week said "friday". (when we have a lunch date). the writer who has completely gotten under my skin and has apparently gotten quite comfortable there. so yeah. i'm completely "twitter-pated". case in point? monday morning. scratch that, make that MONDAY period. i couldn't concentrate. on anything. had to ask my boss 3 times to explain something to me. and it wasn't rocket science. it was more along the lines of "how many copies of that do you want?" "how many again?" yeah. it was THAT bad. my only consolation? i know it's that bad for him too. *grin* so wow. spring is right around the corner, baseball starts in just under 2 weeks and i have tickets to opening day, and there's a bright and shiny new relationship getting under way that has left me "twitter-pated". ain't life grand? --------