It’s been three days and he hasn’t called.
Oh my God I’m cliché.
I have a crush, and I know how many days it’s been since I’ve heard from him.
Three days ago, we went on another epic date.
I went over to his house and we drank beer, cruised our bikes on the board walk, ate food, rode the roller coaster, watched the sunset, and jumped into the ocean after dark.
We went back to his place after we jumped into the ocean, and he gave me a dry t-shirt to wear. We sat on his couch and talked for hours. Eventually we started to make out, at which point I told him he was going to have to wait to take it any further. He said he was enjoying getting to know me and after some (okay, a lot) more kissing, he told me I had to leave.
I left then, even though I couldn’t find my shirt–this cute new denim I got on a random shopping spree at my favorite boutique–and promptly passed out in my bed.
I’m not sure how many beers I had, but the way I felt yesterday leads me to believe it was just shy of a hundred.
The next day, I was dragging a little, because Sunday Funday turns mean on Monday. Still, riding cloud 9 is a good way to cruise through a foggy day. And it just so happens that as I was walking with a friend, I opened my mouth to say his name, and in that moment we looked up and saw a rainbow.
It happened twice more. Surely a sign.
He texted me that day,said his Monday was rough but worth it, and sent me a picture of my denim shirt and said he was going to hang onto it “until next time.”
So he’s planning on there being a next time. I just don’t know when.
I went a date with another guy last night, a guy named Ryan. The fourth Ryan (Red Flag, Naked Couch Guy, and Surfer Boy) I’ve gone out with this year. He picked me up and went to open his car door for me, except it was locked, which was awkward for him. He went around to his side to unlock the car, the moment ruined. I felt a little bad for him and then I saw my reflection in the tinted window and realized I had lipstick on my teeth except I didn’t even care because #nomoreRyans.
I knew right away he was a no for me. He had really strong man hands (contractor) and amazing biceps, but there were several lulls in the conversation.
He wasn’t going to stimulate my brain.
And this other guy, my InstaCrush actually DM’d me last night (Yo Gotti was right, it really is going down in the DM!), I told him sure, I’d meet for a beer.
Another local boy asked me out. My beer calendar is full and my pants ain’t getting any less tight.
I’m not waiting around for Rainbow to call, because at this point I don’t have time to go out with him, but damn I wish he would. I enjoy the way he courts me, treats me, makes me feel. If he wants to see me–my butterflies say he does, my message history says maybe not, the flowers on Ebers street always say yes–he’ll make it happen.
A crush. Butterflies. I love spring. And fairy tale endings.
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