The Catherinette Chronicles

Catherinette Singleton has a big crush.  An all-consuming-having-trouble-sleeping-losing-my-appetite-want-to-sing-and-then-to-weep crush.  My date with a still un-nick-named gentleman is tomorrow night.  We are meeting out for drinks and we’ll see how it goes from there.  There have been some emails-laugh out loud funny emails.  There’s been a phone call.  We’ll meet tomorrow and see how it goes.  He’s clever. He’s cute.  He’s funny.  He’s gainfully employed.  He’s not the one that’s been on my mind the last few days. 

I’m crushing in a big bad way on someone else.  Someone who is hot.  And funny.  And single.  And who I’ve seen twice in my life and says that I remind him of someone from his past.  I want him.  I really, really, really want him.  Having a crush is such an awesome, and awful feeling.  Awesome because I love the butterflies and the lust it brings.  Awful because it’s frustrating to not be wanted back in the same way that I want him. 

I love the feeling in the pit of my stomach and the way my chest aches when he flirts with me.  I hate the way it turns into desperate longing when the night is over and I don’t know when I’ll see him again.  I think about him all day long.  He’s the last thing I think of when I go to bed. 

He is hot and mama likey.