I don't know what to tell you....

That was a lie. I've honestly thought about blogging a few times over the past couple of weeks. When I would finally type in the appropriate URL I'd just skip over and read someone else's blogpost. Ha, I'm a horribly inconsistent person. Lots has happened since my last post, and I bet that I'll forget to include most of it.

The biggest thing that stands out is something that makes my heart flutter. Before I go on I must remind you, I am a dumb, vunerable, teenaged, girl. I've become utterly infatuated with a boy I've never met in person. We met online and I now have one of the biggest crushes of my life. I wish I was joking. We'll just call him....Superfantasticboyofmydreams. SFBOMD? How about we drop the Superfantastic part so I don't sound like too much of a creep. BOMD? Yeah, I can deal with that. BOMD is seventeen, a whole two years older than moi. It's strange because I'm usually attracted to younger guys. Yes, yes. Call me a cougar if you want. But ever since my last boyfriend, who was also seventeen (and a total jerk *has coughing fit*), I've been more drawn to older guys.

I honestly think I could talk to him for the rest of my pathetic life. What I like most about this....er...situation is that I was attracted by his personality first. I mean, looks do matter. If anyone says that they don't, they're lying or need to encounter a truly unattractive person that's madly in love with them. I base about...twenty to thirty percent of my shallow High School relationships off of looks. We automatically clicked and his personality was all I had to latch onto. I have recently received pictures and.......*explodes* He's more than I could've asked for. Plus, he thinks I'm adorable which is a mega boost to this incredible unstable self esteem.

Now, now. I understand the "dangers" of being interested in someone you met online. I know what I'm doing, trust me. I've considered the scenario of him being some fifty seven year old trying to gain my trust and then rape me. I would never go to meet BOMD, seeing as I am a young teen girl, it would be incredibly unsafe for little 'ole me. But I can dream, can't I? Unfortunately, he calls Seattle home, which is very, very, very far away from my own. There's a three hour time difference between us. *wonderful swooning girl happiness deflates* Most of my IRL friends are againist the idea of me talking to him. But I don't see how talking can hurt me. It is just chatting, after all. I'm not going to give him my social security number and address or anything. Like I said, I know what I'm doing. I have struck a respectable deal with most of my doubtful companions. If I am still in constant communication with BOMD by October, they'll chillax. That'll be six months of talking.

I really hope he isn't some creepy rapist. Wish me luck?