If He Keeps This Up ...

There's going to be a Julie-shaped hole through the door.

I just don't know him yet. And he's leaving all these sweet, charming voice messages and texts that almost make me dry heave. Almost.

So if he wants THIS he's going to have to slow it way the EFF down. Cause I'm not ready. I like my life the way it is. All about me and stuff. No compromise. No sacrifice. Just me.

He needs to pull up the Emergency Brake and bust a Barney Rubble. We're talking slower than in a School Zone. Or parking lot even. Let's just pull it over, put it in park and set a spell.
And The Roster is just fine as is. I can't be taking on any new players. The team is good for the rest of the season and I'm not looking for a trade. I don't have room in my life for anyone new at the moment. Thank you, and we'll keep your resume on file for future reference. Maybe that's fear talking but I don't feel the need to be trusting anyone or opening up to another person just to be disappointed later on down the road. Here's GPS and these are my coordinates. Just 25 degrees North of Emotionally Unavailable. And that's just where I'm at.

Today though, uncharacteristically- I thought about him for a few minutes. And it scared me so I stopped thinking altogether. I had to physically shake my head to make it stop.

It's so weird to be on This Side of things. I'm usually the smitten kitten. It's actually quite refreshing. I rather like it. It's nice dating someone finally without getting a Case of The Crazies. I'm not used to this. But I'll take it.

He actually has been doing research on baseball and the Red Sox. Which though a little bit annoying is kinda, sorta, almost, maybe a tiny bit adorable. Grrrrrrrr. I'm so fighting adorable. I won't have it. I cannot have IT. I don't want to like This One.

So I'm throwing down The Gauntlet. He gets to jump through hoops. Walk the ends of the earth. Climb mountains. Poor bloke. He caught me at a Bad Place at a Bad Time. But if he's up for the assignment, great. If not... there's the door.

But I will say, tonight he had me at "Hello." (Gross, right?) He answers the phone in the same manner and has the same inflections and intonations in his voice as B.W. The Yardstick. No Boy before or after him has ever quite measured up. (I'm talking personality-wise here, people. Have some tact.)

And that, my friends, is a WORLD of TROUBLE.