You know its gonna be a great post when the subject is “At a Loss for Words.” I mean really here people, how else am I going to communicate with you? Sign language? Non verbals? Through the computer screen? A musical interlude depicting my turbulent and confused emotional state? I think not (although, I’m sure a rendition with a jazz flute including some modern dancing would have been sweet as hell, my apologies readers), so I will try, TRY to make sense of my muddled thoughts. And ohhhh let me tell you, it’s quite murky here in Barbie’s Brain today.
Let it be known that I had every intention of writing a post last night. In fact, I was drafting it in my mind as I ran through the torrential downpour, barefoot, home from work (I had on flip-flops that were not working with river that was surrounding my steps). I thought about it as I prepared my dinner, having comfortably changed into Ken’s over-sized football sweatpants stolen from years ago and a baggy sweatshirt. As I wolfed down my homemade pasta (delicious, made by Chef Barbie herself) I thought about the voice I was going to use in narrating the story of these two completely unexpected evenings (Hey nowwww, I never said I wasn’t a big dork).
I’d washed the dishes and curled up in my bed to have “a think.” The next thing I know, I’d drifted off. Now, I’m going to interrupt this scene, and give some background. It should be said the man I met Tuesday night, we’ll call him Tennis Champion, because, well, he is one, had been texting me since I left him Tuesday evening. That includes up until last night at 10pm at which point he woke me up from my nap, letting me know that that since I blew him off not once, but twice, in 36 hours, (hey, what can I say, that’s how I roll g), he was coming over to kidnap me because he wanted to hang out with my fabulous and sasstastic self. (Yes, he had texted me that afternoon and we had made plans to hang out, at which I stalled, because um, I don’t know why, I just did. Which is not like me. At all. OK?! OK.) So, he picked me up and we went back to his place. We joked, talked, and ended up watching a movie…and somewhere in the mix…we just clicked. You know, the type of click where its like butterflies and who the hell is this person, I don’t know a lot about you yet, so whywhyWHY are you having this effect on me type click? I was shocked by this man’s persistance, but intrigued at the same time- whereas usually, I’d be annoyed. Which threw me through a loop. There’s just something about him, and for the life of me I can’t figure out what it is.
As I reread this post, I realize it’s starting to not make sense. I’m thinking this could be due to the fact I am still trying to wrap my head around the last 48 hours and what has transpired. I partly blame you, Clink, for this post, (Oh Clink, you know I love you and are my blogging mentor). This post, which, began to fill my head as we snuggled next to each other last night. And this morning. Why?
Because I wasn’t planning to meet him. I wasn’t even going to go out that night. I blew the man off twice because I think I was partly scared of putting myself out there after what had happened Monday (again, more on that later). And hereI am, overanalyzing things. What the hell?! What the hell. Analyzing her Analyzations Barbie is not fun for anyone. Because I tend to drive myself crazy. And write posts, which consequently, make no sense. So….shit.
I have no idea how to deal with this unexpected turn of events.
Anyone? I’m opening up the floor here to you my wise readers, and asking you to share your thoughts and or stories on unexpected encounters that threw you through a loop…and more importnatly, how you dealt with them. Because Lord knows I need something to keep my sanity and my mind off of him throughout the day…so if you’ve always wanted to comment, ever, there’s no time like the present.
*Blogging Barbie promises to try and get her shit together, and make some sense the next time she posts. In the meantime,thank you for understanding and your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
