Don’t be surprised, Melinda, if you feel a very powerful attraction for someone from a distant state or a foreign country. Whether you decide to do anything about it, of course, depends on your situation, but the feelings are going to be very intense whether they last or not. … - via astrology.com in email
Intense doesn’t even begin to describe. This is a story about Jared. I’ll use his real name since there’s (absolutely) no chance he has my site in his bookmark bar - until he decides to “Google” me, if he hasn’t already. The opportunity may never present itself to share on a personal level. Jared lives in Philadelphia. We met while tailgating at an OSU home game at the Varsity Club. It’s very rare that I can’t muster enough courage to chat up some guy — especially mid-stream in a football bar crawl. I am not over-exaggerating when I say I couldn’t speak when I looked at him. Gorgeous! My friend grabbed him, asked his name, then introduced her “friend Mel.” He made some cheesy move to attempt using tickets for beer purchase (which can totally be done at Ohio State, but that tents a lil’ down the road), which of course I ragged on him for. We only exchanged drunken banter around 15 minutes before he had to grab his dad. I insisted on making sure we exchanged numbers to hang out before we parted ways at the conclusion of the weekend. I was NOT letting this one get away. Unfortunately, plans didn’t work in our favor. I never saw him again…
We continued to talk through emails, phone calls, and drunken text messages on an almost daily basis. NYE he told me all his beliefs in fate/destiny/love-at-first-sight. He couldn’t be more right. Near-end of conversation, he told me he loved me (”but not like in-love-with-you love”). Okay, so it was more of a two-hour drunk dial phone call at 4 am the beginning of 2006. Sounds completely absurd to think anyone would love each other over babbling about same-fork-in-the-road passions, goals and desires… but I digress.
I had the new year’s resolution epiphany: THIS is the type of guy I’ve been after. Someone just as outgoing, wild, crazy as I am; someone that wouldn’t look at me (too) strangely after 4 days of non-stop partying in, let’s say, Vegas, and wake up with Elvis’ Just-Got-Married Goggles; not going to push me out of bed on a Sunday afternoon because I’m (still) wasted — but settle in with a REALLY cheesy omellette and football. Puddin and hot dogs baby. Now that I’ve completely lost my mind… There is something random about meeting someone for a brief moment. You wonder what impact or purpose it makes on your life or memory. (Listen to me waxing philosophic). Truth is, in all my years (yes, all 28 of ‘em), I’ve never met someone so randomly that I think about on a daily basis, that seemed to “get me,” that didn’t judge me or my actions… and has no regrets.
I’ll be the first to admit that I have been incorrect in my assumptions in the past. Okay, am I horrible at relationships… wait, maybe it’s not me. I don’t listen to my gut and instinct as I should. My life is led by my heart. So, he was supposed to come visit this weekend… and guess who’s not here.
Again plans didn’t work out in our favor. I imagine this is my “Miss You” greeting.
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