What we've all been waiting for, the person insanely in love. So, this guy is definitely interesting. We've not met before and so far I have received 3 bouquets of flowers and my favorite movie! This definitely sounds sweet and romantic, but let's pry a little deeper here. The only things he knows about me are purely surface level. He knows what I've told him and that's it. I hate to be a downer, but this sounds a little much already, don't you think? My original intentions were to possibly date this guy in the fall, but he hasn't even met me and I'm apparently the "best thing that's ever happened to him." This blog may be a bit of a bitch move, but guys, don't fall in love with a girl you've never met. She probably thinks you're slightly stalkerish. Phone calls and text messages every single day are okay from your best friend, but probably shouldn't be practiced by anyone else. I don't even text and call my best friend every day! This guy literally tries to do anything to make me happy! I'm really not sure what's up here. His entire family knows about me and already "loves" me, none of these people have met me. I think we may have taken this a little bit too far way too quickly. I don't mean to say it's all his fault, because I definitely put time and flirting and attention into this little "thing." I just think that maybe people should meet before deciding that they are going to devote the majority of their life to someone, date, or have the most awesome relationship in the world. It makes no sense to me. I know I'm nice and I've been told by many people that they've never met someone quite like me, but that is not a good enough reason to be head over heels in love with me before you even meet me! This guy is really starting to sound psycho, huh? Get this, I had registration for my classes last weekend and a future classmate stayed with me that weekend. This future classmate was a male. So, this guy literally talks to my best friend on a regular basis, creepy? He texted my best friend and said something along the lines of "I'm worried that they are going to hook up." Dude, what business do you even have worrying about whether or not I hook up with someone? If I wanted to hook up with the rest of the world, it still would not be his business! Literally, all weekend he was texting my friend about the "issue" at hand. For you information, yes, the guy who stayed over was rather good looking. Did we hook up? That's our business. Fast forward a week. My profile picture on facebook is of me and another future classmate. The conversation I had at lunch today revealed that yet again, my best friend was texted to find out who this guy was. I simply replied "A friend." Instantly, I knew who had asked, because my best friend said "Who is Richard Roman?" out of nowhere. It's slightly obvious when you say "I can't tell you." It is, without a doubt, the person who is always worrying about who you're with. Damn, I don't even date this guy and I feel like he's constantly watching me. That's weird. Rich and I actually have a lot in common and can drive around and do nothing and still have a ton of fun. That's because we're friends and have met. I still don't quite understand how this guy is SO in love with me! Let me just give you a description of him. He's half Italian and half Jewish, drives a Camaro, lives in a nice house, has an ATV, wears Ed Hardy regularly, owns Prada sunglasses, AND he wears Ed Hardy regularly! Sounds like a classic Upstate New York douche. Money is not everything, dear. You can send flowers, candy, jewelry, and all you could think of, but it's not going to buy me. Ed Hardy? God. I am not the sweet, insecure, and easily persuaded little girl that he probably thinks I am. I was born and raised southern. This means that I have a knack for seeing straight through people and being able to tell classy from trashy. Money isn't everything. Not at all. Being able to wear expensive clothes means that you should probably go buy decent clothes. For the love of God, buy some damn khakis. This is definitely starting to sound like a bit of a diss on this guy. I kind of feel really bad, but looking at it, I'm kind of worried about him. Insecurity is the underlying theme for him. How is he going to succeed when he can't even relax? In a few weeks I'm supposed to be going to dinner with him and his family. I think I'll leave it to actually meeting him to get anything real out of it.
I wrote this when I first started my blog... Let's just say, I went to dinner and we don't speak anymore. I'm happily taken by one, Richard Roman.
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