Um... I think I have a boyfriend now
Almost. Maybe. I don't know. Well, ok...
T.B. Player (That Thing You Do, anyone?) is funny. Ok, hysterical. And kind. And talented. And attentive. And he wants to spend lots of time with me. And he asks how my day was, and doesn't care when I talk forever about something he knows nothing about. And I think he might even find my obsession with Elliott Yamin's success story charming. Or at least, not a turn off.
Ok, so it's definitely not a boyfriend yet. But it's kinda freaking me out. How does one go from five years of singlehood and adapt to something like this?
T.B. Player (That Thing You Do, anyone?) is funny. Ok, hysterical. And kind. And talented. And attentive. And he wants to spend lots of time with me. And he asks how my day was, and doesn't care when I talk forever about something he knows nothing about. And I think he might even find my obsession with Elliott Yamin's success story charming. Or at least, not a turn off.
Ok, so it's definitely not a boyfriend yet. But it's kinda freaking me out. How does one go from five years of singlehood and adapt to something like this?
posted by Erin at
6:57 AM
3 Comments:
..with a willing, open, communicative mind.
You'll get used to it pretty quickly, trust me.
you lucky lady you.
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