i met you on the internet. okay, that makes both of us sound so pathetic. well, actually maybe you are. i don’t really know you well enough to make that distinction. i’m pretty sure i’m not that pathetic, though. at least, gosh, i hope not.

the first time we actually met was at my work. you liked my taste in movies and books or something. at least the ones i had listed on my profile. what can i say? i have great taste. you were already drunk and i was totally sober. i caught up to you, i guess? i have this problem with throwing around money when i’m drinking. i bought all of your drinks.

things were weird cause i was still seeing my ex. that’s another story for another day, but things are really complicated and i’ll probably always love him. i didn’t even know you. anyways, we made out a little. you were awful at it, and i hoped that it was just because you were drunk.

and you were sort of the most intense guy i’d ever met. i’m not sure if it was because i told you that i was moving in a couple of weeks or if you were really that into me or what, but you scared the hell out of me. but i still liked you. i don’t know.

and i think that’s how this story is gonna continue to go. i don’t leave for another two weeks, and i don’t know. i think i like you. i know i still like him, and i know i can’t have either of you cause i’m moving across the country. i’ve lived here for 5 years now, and i’ve never had guys throw themselves at me like this. suddenly i have a month left, and i have two kinda awesome dudes who are into me. bah,