Not Much Shaking

MNS was swamped yesterday. I have a feeling this will be an ongoing thing with his promotion. We text and emailed when he could. I'm hoping I can see him soon but not sure when that will be with his new work schedule and the fact he has his son this weekend. Next week, I guess? I'm really happy for him so I'm trying not to be too greedy. I also know this is a means to an end that I have to endure. Hopefully it doesn't take long to get things on track because I miss him a lot. He text me this morning to say he was thinking about me. Yeah, welcome to the club, baby. I need a hobby to distract me. I think about him constantly and it's beginning to hurt my head.

Marine texts me non-stop, every day. He wants to meet for lunch on Friday. I told him I only have an hour and if he wants to drive the 45 minutes here to see me for lunch, I would meet him. Hey, it's free lunch. He's going to be relocating for school for a year so I figure making a new friend won't kill me. I don't feel bad about it since there is no romantic potential between his moving and my being obsessed with MNS. I could use some male attention.

I think I need to take down one of my online profiles. I logged in Friday to clear some messages out and when I logged back in on Sunday I had over 200 messages. What the french toast?! Who are these people? Here's what floored me about some of them. I had at least a dozen that gave me their name, email and phone number. Phone number? Really? Shouldn't you at least wait until I reply that I'm interested before you go giving every Jane Doe you think is cute your phone number? I don't like giving mine out at all. I guess that's the difference between men and women.