It looks like the sad decline has officially begun – the decline that involves me sinking from a place of confident, independent feminist to a googly eyed high schooler trapped in a 27-year-old’s body.
I spent the weekend contemplating. Not about the Christmas gifts I have yet to check off my list. Not about the sad state of Illinois and Blago’s stupid antics (did he really think he wouldn’t get caught? Typical man, no?). Not even about the list of new writing possibilties I so meticulously made just days earlier.
So how exactly did I spend my weekend? Overanalyzing a message from Facebook Flirt as usual. This is becoming a tradition, and quite frankly, it scares me.
We were chatting via Facebook last Friday, doing what my innocent and perhaps naive brain thought was flirting (hey, I’m sort of new to this whole flirting thing and haven’t picked up on the subtle nuances yet). I told him how his new status update was a tongue-twister, to which he asked, “Oh no. Is it still twisted?” That IS sort of flirting, right? Am I crazy?
Anyway, when it was time to sign off, I say “Goodbye” and he replied, “See you soonish.” Huh? What does that even mean? The guy lives in California; that doesn’t exactly scream soonish to you, does it?
I know, I know. It’s my damn obsession with semantics kicking in again. He probably didn’t mean it literally, but….what if he did? We went to the same high school, but have never actually ‘met’ met. What was the meaning behind his word choice, if any? Did he have some big plan I didn’t know about?
I didn’t see him around Facebook all weekend, and of course assumed it HAD to be me. Yup, there I went with my charms again, scaring yet another one away into hiding. I should have just let it be. But did I? OF COURSE NOT!! I had to send him a message, this message, actually:
Haven’t seen you around Facebook today. How are you doing? Are you coming back to Illinois for the holidays? I have to warn you, IT’S COOOOOLD!!!
Take care, Sprinsteen 🙂
Had I not been typing so furiously, I probably would have caught my omission of a ‘G.’ I meant to call him Springsteen. He made me to it, actually, when he posted a new picture of himself wearing sunglasses and strumming a guitar. Did I mention it was a black-and-white photo that could honestly pass for an album cover? Damn he’s good.
See, maybe that’s it. He needs to stop making me want him. That’s the whole problem right there.
So what does ‘see you soonish’ mean to you? Am I really reading way, way, way, way too much into things here?