Standing In The Front Yard, Telling Me How I'm Such A Fool. Talkin' 'bout How I'll Never Ever Find A Man Like You.

So lately I've been the happiest person in the world. I met a guy who is absolutely awesome. I'm sorta pissed because I meet him and he's a genuinely nice, fun, sweet and gorgeous person and he lives an hour away and goes to school in Arizona. It sucks. But honestly he has no idea how much he's done for me anyway. He literally helped me get over Ethan and that is invaluable to me. Not because I wanted to get over Ethan, because I think he's great and everything but lately he hasn't put in any effort to be my friend and I don't care that much. I'm sad because I still wanted to be friends but if he doesn't want to, there's nothing I can do I guess.
So Cal (that's his name) has done me a huge favor. But don't just think that he was a rebound guy and that it. He's not. He's someone I wish I could have (and still want to) get to know better, because although we don't have a huge amount in common, I felt like we could have been good together. Ya know, opposites attract and all. He's just so sweet and interesting that I couldn't help but be drawn to him.
Let me just say that he's the exact exact exact opposite of Ethan in every way possible. And I love it. He's in the air force, he wants to be a fighter pilot, he eats meat, he reads Tom Clancy, listens to crappy butt-rock like Nickleback (yeah oh well, he's still cool in my book), and is basically just a regular guy. The 'all-american boy' in every way. And he's exactly what I would want if he just lived here. Damn it. Also, my father would just about gizz his pants if I dated a guy like that. (That's FILTHY and I should have never said that. Ew.) Alright guys, there's my sad story about the gorgeous guy that I didn't have enough time with.
.Stephanie.