Last week I met a boy. When he came into the party I turned to my friend and immediately asked her to introduced me. Like the good wing girl she is, Kaitlyn intro-ed us and sneakily walked away. First of all, he’s gorgeous. Taller than me by a couple inches (being 5’’11, this is a major plus), gorgeous face, kinda golden blonde and peachy tan. This was my immediate motivation for chatting with him, however within the first 10 minutes it was way more than that. He is a rock climbing, snow boarding, well-read, humanitarian who whooped my ass when we started to chat politics. I am smitten. He’s been to Africa on a volunteer trip as an student aide worker and has already been accepted to medical school. In other words, he’s effing perfect.
Okay but of course he isn’t actually perfect. Life never goes like that really. The one thing that all my friends were quick to jump on: he has a glass eye. Yea a weird one, I’ve never met anyone with one before. When we met it was dark and I seriously could not tell, so I’m not sure how it looks or if it wanders.. or what not, but considering all his other shining traits, I could honestly care less. So to the real downside:
He’s leaving to go to Australia for med school.
I really can pick em. While we were talking I realized how much he reminded me of Luke, except better for his interest in politics and humanitarian issues. Him being like Luke to me was a good thing, because, shit, I’m still not over Luke. Clearly I loved a big part of him, and it would be good to find that in someone else. But this is too much, someone just like Luke who is also leaving for Australia in around a year after we meet. FML so so so much.
As you might imagine I’m in dilemma mode. While at the party, we talked for an hour and made out (great kisser toooooooo). I am a dumbass, though, and didn’t get his number. So the next day I searched him out on facebook and sent him a message telling him I really enjoyed talking to him and would he like to do it again sometime. It took him three agonizing days to reply, but when he did it happened to be on Christmas which made it a very merry Christmas for me. As I’m sure you can guess by my cheer, he said that he’d love to get together sometime, so a few days later I replied saying great and told him when I’d be around. At very least, we can get coffee, at most, married.
Hah, I’m joking...
Mostly. So there you have it. Possibly another chance to get my heart eaten up by Australia and spend another agonizing year trying to recover. But god I don’t think I can let someone as amazing as him just walk out of my life without knowing what could be...
Stupid heart
Today's title brought to you by: Don't Know Enough About You - Diana Krall
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