Today, a man who paid no interest at all to me the entire time I was in Paris. A man whom I was completely in love with from the day I met him. A man who, for all intents and purposes is totally unattainable. Wrote me a letter (a facebook message actually, but who's keeping track) telling me that the reason he is still single is because every nice girl he meets moves away. . . (Those dots at the end were his addition). I'm confused and upset. I think he was just trying to be nice; knowing that flirting with me from afar is safe because he won't have to keep his word and actually make out with me *yikes!*. However, I'm entertaining the fantasy that perhaps his goodbye sentence: I'd love to visit California one of these days, was genuine, and that in fact he may eventually come and visit and the world will make sense at last. Although the chances of this happening are around one million to one, there's always room for unrealistic day dreaming. And, I discovered, that at the same time that I accepted the fact that there was no chance of him ever coming here to sweep me off my feet, his message alone got me through the rest of my day on a wisp of cloudlike happy goodness. I floated.
Looking forward to many more insincere messages from old crushes that will get me through the hard days. I plan to think of him just before going to bed to insure that my dreams will include his arrival at LAX and our subsequent fantastic 2 weeks of pure pleasure.
VA
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