Apple Pie

I'm trying hard to think about baseball as I head to the front of the class, but even that turns sideways as I think about hitting a home run with you. Whew! At least I don't have to hold a binder in front of myself, lol. But no, really...imagination is dangerous! And my iPod really isn't helping...so I decided to write.

I haven't written in awhile, and I have updates. Hey, I never said I'd be consistent! I said I'd be honest. And the honest truth is, this is new to me. Male attention? Yep. New altogether, but I kind of like it. Not all attention is good attention, mind you, but I feel like I'm making progress towards where I'm supposed to be. I usually bloom late, but best believe I will be the most beautiful flower in the bunch. Sidenote though: A hard lesson has been learned - don't give your number to everyone. I thought hey, I can just ignore the call/text, because I'm not really interested, but I want to be polite. NOT. I feel like Beyonce's whole verse in "Telephone"! Stop calling me! Haha! Isn't this a stark contrast to posts a year ago? Yes and no.

I still haven't found anyone that I share a mutual going-somwhere attraction with. I'm not as obsessed with it either. Although I lay in this bed and I can almost smell his cologne, feel his arms wrapped around my waist, feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, I know he's not ready to be here. If he was, he would be. Or maybe I'm not ready for him to be here. Whatever the reason, he's not here. Yet.

So, nights like this, when my imagination is running completely amok, I try to think of uh, baseball. And I'll try not to make it relate to apple pie.