Quarterly Review: What’s Up With My Boys?

When sundown pales the sky/I wanna hide a while, behind your smile/And everywhere I’d look, your eyes I’d find.


Is there anyone cuter or even more poetic than the charming Donovan? Oh, he sings right to my soul. In that same song (Catch The Wind. for those who have missed out on his magic), he also speaks of leaves hanging with tears. Obviously, I can extremely relate to that one, with it being fall and all. And speaking of fall, it’s hard to believe it’s time to check in on my boys in these oh-so-very-important and detailed Quarterly Reviews.

Brown-Eyed Editor: He’s (still) married, and as we all know, I’m not some sort of homewrecker. I can barely muster the courage to non-awkwardly flirt with a guy 1 foot from me, so how do you think I could do any damage to his marriage from thousands of miles away? Did I mention that he lives in Vermont. But..I do hear that it’s lovely this time of year…JUST KIDDING!!

Crush Boy: We’ve had quite a few conversations since I helped him inadvertently discover that he, after 13 years, was indeed Crush Boy (tip: Having someone find out how you’ve felt about them after so many years isn’t as bad and vomit-inducing as it sounds, trust me). I lived through it – awkward humiliation and all – and now when we see each other, my first impulse isn’t to run (well, more like turn up the speed on my wheelchair and make a break for it), or even give him the evil eye. I’ve even been known to smile. If that’s not progress, then I don’t know what is. Do you? Yet, I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for this guy. Oooops, I probably shouldn’t have said that, should I? Oh shoot.

Cute Guy Friend: What can I say? He’s still MIA, even though I emailed him. He’s still cute. I still think of him. I just hope I haven’t freaked out another member of the opposite sex.

Facebook Flirt: This guy is still making me laugh and smile, though ever since I *think* he discovered his identity on here, our fun pokes have stopped. Whatever. His loss, right? He just doesn’t know what he’s missing.

LA Hot Shot: I haven’t heard a peep from this guy. I guess it really is true: The Hollywood sign really did swallow him. Sad, really. He had the potential to be my Seth Cohen, if only he were considerate and respectful enough to be one shred of a human being. I’m just waiting for the day when he pops up on The Hills trying to woo Audrina away from Justin Bobby. His loss.

Young Guns: Well, I suppose it’s official now. Ever since I’ve noticed his numerous attempts to impress me, he’s just got me smiling like a Blair Waldorf to a Chuck Bass. Though, I’m not so sure I should even be sort-of, probably-not-but-maybe falling for him. But he makes me forget about all my quirks and worries and neurosis, if only for a bit. And that’s something, right? I like to think so. And the greatest part? He doesn’t even seem fazed by my disability, which is always a turn-on.


***Potential Newcomer To The Group***
Lazy Lover: I suppose I don’t really need to use a code name for this dude, seeing as he wrote a refreshingly honest guest-post for me recently, but he probably already thinks I’m some sort of crazy stalker girl, so I think coding is appropriate in this situation. And I think he lives in California too; maybe he can do something about LA Hot Shot….


[Photos via Le Love]

Quarterly Review: What’s Up With My Boys?

And I remember how you loved me/Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye/I remember every moment/of those endless summer nights

Oh, the thrill of these lovely summer months. Didn’t Richard Marx say it best? Those damned endless summer nights. Though, unlike him, I spend the majority of my summer nights alone (but like him, they’re still endless), so naturally, this gives me a lot of free time to devote to these oh-so-very-important and detailed Quarterly Reviews.

Brown-Eyed Editor: He’s married, so I’m pretty sure the case is closed on this one, unless he gets divorced and we “spontaneously” run into each other. Still, I’ve enjoyed getting to know him all over again though my Freaky (Funny!) Friday installments. Oh, the glories of youth!

Crush Boy: We’ve had quite a few conversations since I helped him inadvertently discover that he, after 13 years, was indeed Crush Boy (tip: Having someone find out how you’ve felt about them for so many years isn’t as bad and vomit-inducing as it sounds, trust me). I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for this guy. Oooops, I probably shouldn’t have said that, should I?

Cute Guy Friend: What can I say? I think he only qualifies for half of his name now – the guy part – seeing as how I haven’t talked to him in months. Sort of sad, actually, since he could always manage to bring a smile to my face. Maybe I should throw a log in the fire and email him?

Facebook Flirt: Oh, glorious Facebook Flirt! This guy is still making me laugh and smile, though I think he’s discovered his identity on here. Surprisingly, I’m not embarassed. At all. That shows progress, right?

LA Hot Shot: I haven’t heard a peep from this guy. I guess it really is true: The Hollywood sign really did swallow him. Sad, really. He had the potential to be my Seth Cohen. His loss.

**Potential newcomer**
Young Guns: It’s still early with this younger dude, and I’m not so sure I should even be sort-of, probably-not-but-maybe falling for him. But he makes me forget about all my quirks and worries and neurosis, if only for a bit. And that’s something, right? I like to think so. And the greatest part? He doesn’t even seem fazed by my disability, which is always a turn-on.

xoxo,

[Photos via A Cheery Disposition and ffffound]

Quarterly Review: What’s Up With My Boys?

Admit it: You didn’t think I’d remember to do this, did you? You must have forgotten the power of my melon! Let’s take a hard, HONEST look at the last three months of confusion, contemplation and, of course, lots of hilarity.

xoxo,
Mel

Brown-Eyed Editor: The book is still closed, though I’ve enjoyed getting to know him all over again though my Freaky (Funny!) Fridays installments. Oh, the glories of youth!

Crush Boy: He knows who he is now, we traded a few barbs, but I think we’re both cool now. I told him he could learn a lot from me, so I think I’ve set him straight. 🙂 I figure he can use the skills I taught him on his roledex of women who find him so attractive.

Cute Guy Friend: He’s still cute. He’s still my guy friend. What can I say? I’ve got a soft spot for this guy. He emailed me on the anniversary of my dad’s death to see how I was. *CUE* “AWWWWWWW.”

Facebook Flirt: Oh, glorious Facebook Flirt! This guy just plain makes me crack up smiling every time we chat on Facebook. He says the most random things and the most random times. I love it.

LA Hot Shot: I haven’t heard a peep from this guy. I guess it really is true: The Hollywood sign really did swallow him. Sad, really. He had the potential to be my Seth Cohen. His loss.

Quarterly Review: What’s Up With My Boys?

I’m a busy girl. You all know that by now! And I’m sure you’re all craving updates on the status of my search for The One (the one who can see past my disability, who can see me as a woman and love me for me!). So in the spirit of keeping you ever-informed, I’ve invented The Quarterly Review (Well, I didn’t invent the concept; some big wig business-types in suits did, but I’m making it better and a heck of a lot more interesting!). Four times a year, I’ll update you on the recent – and noteworthy – events in my quest for true love. Oh, it promises to be H-O-T, so don’t miss it!!

Brown-Eyed Editor: The book is pretty much closed on this guy. He got married this summer (remember the lovely Vermont countryside?). Though he still lives in town, so who knows? We could meet at some random point in the future….

Crush Boy: Our interactions of late have been pretty one-sided about his life, his job, his everything, which is frustrating me. But there’s still something about this guy that lets him still hold a piece of my heart after 13 years. What can I say? Nothing that he’d care to hear, apparently, at least for now.

Cute Guy Friend: I’m cringing as I write this, but I committed another one of my “Independent Girl No-No’s” last night. I wrote him one of those emails veiled as a “Hey, how are you?” type letter, but is really just meant to get some sort of scoop. We’ll have to see what happens.

Facebook Flirt: Oh, glorious Facebook Flirt! We’re still virtually poking each other and I still have yet to hear from him after that note I said where I tried to subtly disclose my feelings for him. Either he’s just freaked out or he just hasn’t read it yet. I’m hoping for the latter.

LA Hot Shot: Yeah, I’m pretty much over this guy. He was that guy you think is great and then turns out to be a complete jerk for no reason. You’re only remaining question is: Why did I let myself fall for him? I hope the City of Angels doesn’t get its heart broken either. This guy’s a trickster.

I’d love to hear your Quarterly Review too. We can dish about the dudes with each other!

xoxo,
Mel