I like it when you're clingy...

Whenever I'd complain about my lack of luck finding a guy to share my time with, everyone would always tell me, "It'll come along when you least expect it". Can't say as though I ever believed that cliche, though. I tend not to listen what other people tell me or suggest to me, I've never really been good on receiving advice and only good on giving it. But, something did in fact happen when I least expected it. Imagine that. Shortly after my last entry nearly two months ago, I stumbled upon something. Something that at first, I wasn't even sure what it was. I at least knew something somewhat important, that I wanted to so badly kiss this guy. It wasn't until I was hanging over my toilet and vomiting that I confessed it out loud to one of my friends. Sadly, it took me quite a while to actually put that plan in action. If you want to get to using one more cliche, I suppose it is in fact better late than never. It was a guy who I had at least known of since I moved to New Jersey. We work together, so I saw him pretty often. We had a lot of the same friends, but he still never talked to me. Although younger than me, I was kind of intimidated by him. So I guess you could say that I really never, ever in a million years thought I'd end up with a crush on him. Let alone dating him. Forget the fact that maybe it's too early to tell, but I think he's very well one of the greatest things to ever happen to me.

While I've had my share of pretty good guys and pretty terrible guys, I don't think I've ever had one as good as him. He's not happy unless I have a smile on my face and if I don't have one, he knows what he has to do to get one there. He talks so nice to me, actually will take me out, and doesn't treat me like I'm just one of the guys... he treats me like his girlfriend. Novel idea, I know. I don't think there are enough adjectives in the world to describe him, and he puts up with my shit. That's saying a lot right there. I haven't been the easiest, especially the last few days. I'm in Rochester for my little cousins wedding and he's in New Jersey and I guess we got spoiled with spending basically every waking hour together and now I feel like I'm a raging bitch without him.

While life, for the most part is treating me really well... the Yankees are one big pile of misery. This series against the Red Sox has been a joke. They went on a hot streak there for a little bit, now they are just miserable. A-Rod and the wifey appear to be getting a split, in which you know she is going to make bank on. I just would love to know the real story behind this circus! You know the media will blame the Yankees poor play as of late because of A-Rod and the media attention he brings on himself and the team.

So, my cousin is getting married tomorrow and I'm in the wedding. This is the first wedding I've actually been part of, so I'm pretty excited for all of it. I'm sure I'll be standing up there crying along with her and all the other bridesmaids. I told her though there is no shot in the world she is getting me out there to attempt to catch the bouqet. I caught it at one of my other cousin's weddings like two years ago and clearly it didn't work the way it was supposed to. I'm not about to jinx this amazing thing that I have.