I met a guy.
I mean, he winked at me online and then we started talking. Texting.
He’s tall. Good-looking (better looking than anyone else currently), funny, uses correct homophones, and is a former professional athlete. We texted furiously for a couple of days. He followed me on Instagram.
I woke up yesterday just beyond excited. Finally. A crush. Finally, my brain and heart moved on from JBag…yes, just like that. Honest. A modern-day miracle.
I was thinking he’d ask me out, take me to a baseball game this weekend, go for a run…ask me to marry him by Sunday.
He texted me early yesterday morning…and then nothing. I noticed sometime yesterday he unfollowed me on Instagram. Then my brain started to create stories about him: he was married. He saw that one pic of me on a horse where my legs look huge and said no way. He found my website and decided I’m too sassy. His girlfriend saw me on Instagram and freaked out. He fled the country from Mexican drug lords.
By nine last night, I admitted defeat.
Dammit.
Except…not. Because, if I’m honest, last weekend I prayed to God or angels or Beyonce that something would happen to make me get over JBag. And then? This guy, we’ll call him abs because WOW, happened.
And even though I never even met him, I felt that excitement over a guy again, remembered what it felt like. He was taller, better looking, and more sensitive than JBag. And I remembered: more is possible. JBag is not the only guy in the world. Not even close.
And just like that, I was over him. All of the hims.
There is no need for me to ever pine over a guy again. I am a nice girl with a fun personality (and a big rack) and it’s time for me to have fun.
It’s summer. I’m ready to play.
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