I'm going to start documenting all the times I see him. And I have no shame, no shame at all because I know that it is highly unlikely that we will ever end up together and him look at this later and be like, wow you're such a stalker babe. So I'm going to let myself run footloose and fancy-free with my fantasies. Thank you very much. Mom and I dubbed him Mr. Ed (Although I had a fantasy that he would introduce himself as William, sigh) turns out his name is Matt. Thank you parents with no imagination.
Sighting 1: The day that changed everything. I can't read my title seriously.
Coming to see the townhouse for the first time before it was ours. Didn't see his face, just a tall, skinny body with a beautiful golden mane bending over and playing with a little chihuahua dog rolling around in the grass. I immediately died inside and immediately dubbed him "abercrombie model."
Sighting 2: Being nosy.
Saw him talking with one of the neighbors across the street. (A woman.) He had a toilet paper or paper towel roll under his arm as he gestured. Only saw the back of his head because mom said I was being stalker-ish so I had to look away.
Sighting 3: The picture became a little more clear.
Was pulling out of the driveway, he was hosing down his beloved truck, barefoot. Never have I liked feet my entire life, but his didn't make me feel gross. He looked directly at me. Although I still cannot remember what his face looked like that day.
Sighting 4: Obviously this is over the course of a few months so I can't remember every single freakin sighting.
He spoke to me. Yeah he was talking to my dad outside with his shirt off and I was taking the dog out to piss and I had no make up on and I was wearing pajamas. But he said hello to me. Truthfully he wasn't as handsome as I remember him, but I'm still constantly intrigued by his comings and goings.
Sighting 5: Unplanned.
Last night, putting out the garbage and my first recycle bin. We had JUST been outside unloading groceries so I really didn't even think to check, but they had gotten back from their Memorial day weekend trip just then and so when I opened up the garage their dogs went crazy. They have three. So they're like shouting (about the dogs I assume because they weren't on leashes, I was kind of in a fog I didn't know if I should feel lucky of this chance encounter or utterly petrified being my awkward self and all). So he takes the one dog that's bigger than ours and black, but really slender looking and he passes by my garage leading him towards his front door (which is also besides mine). Then later I see him opening up the garage manually while he's standing on his truck. And that was all.
I don't know if you noticed how I kept saying "they" and "their." Did I mention he lives with his girlfriend? Creys all over the place. And I found out today she's some kind of nurse I fricken hate and respect her at the same time. Forever alone. I'll keep blogging about this when I'm not grounded from the computer and not mortified by my own desperateness.
