Drastic Measures

Ugh. I told the guy that I'm "talking to" that it was his turn to make the next move, and now I'm trying everything I can do to distract me from the purgatory that is waiting for this "next move."

I reached the end of the internet by about noon today. Needed a break from constantly refreshing my inbox --- did you know that actually makes time go by more slowly? --- so I took a long walk in the sun. After I got back I realized that I needed something super involved to keep me distracted or I would definitely break my own rule and email this guy.

So I did the one thing I said I would never do in this life. I did exactly what I have been mocking some of my dearest friends for since this option first came about. I started a Farmville farm on Facebook.

I know, I know. The shame, the humanity.  Seriously, though. What a distraction!

Now I'm too busy trying to figure out if I need to feed the cow that my cousin gave me as a gift, or what I'm supposed to do once I harvest my strawberries to even notice if I've got a new email in my inbox from this silly boy. I don't, btw. But I also haven't embarrassed myself by reaching out when I said --- very clearly --- that the ball was in his court.

Of course, I will have embarrassed myself if it turns out that he reads this blog...

Nah.