And So It Begins Again

Sometimes a hiatus only has to last for 5 days. Really, it's totally okay to boldly state that you're never dating again and OVER and DONE with it, and then decide less than a week later that you've changed your mind. A hiatus can still be a hiatus even if it lasts for less than a week, right? Right.

Besides, some of us happen to enjoy things like texting the boy you had totally given up on, making up with him over text message, persuading him to come meet you out, him actually showing up (which for him is as close to a grand gesture as he is capable of making), and making out on 18th Street for all the world to see. Why? Because the whisky-fueled saunter home in your kicky sundress and practical sandals, iPod blaring the mix you made to get over him (aptly titled Oh Uncooperative Heart) was worth it. And because your dear friend who has listened to you complain about him ad naseum actually got to meet him and confirmed this morning that he's completely into you, or "all blushes and bashful" as she described him. What's not good about that?

Probably plenty of things, but we're not going to worry about that right now.

What is also fun is then having a completely inappropriate IM conversation with another lad that lasted for most of the morning.

Ah, yes. It's good to be back.

Now only if my head didn't feel like it was filled with cotton, this would be a stellar day indeed.