Well, let’s see, last night, on a whim, (a lotta commas thus far) – I reinstated my match.com thingamabob…
just to kinda get my head off of the rhb™ - that was the main point, because I’ve been thinking about him… stupid girl.
So I get an email from this one guy and we’re yapping and Iming and he’s cute and he’s nice and I ask him where he’s from originally… a small town… in north jersey… oh? Really? Where?
RHB™ville.
(note: the name of the town isn’t being released on here.)
and so… what comes out of my mouth fingertips?
“do you know anyone with the last name *****?”
and he says: “[insert RHB™ first name]?”
and I see the RHB™’s name and my heart gets all effing fluttery.
Stupid RHB™ has ruined my bondo/krazyglue/band-aid/duct taped heart. Granted we’ve been emailed as of late but nothing substantial – and I have to keep that damned “he’s just not that into you” book at the forefront of my mind….
Out of all the towns in jersey, this guy had to be from RHB™ville… and had to have the RHB™’s dad coach him in basketball.
I can’t get away from the RHB™.
Not that I am really trying that hard… but still, I made a slight effort to shove him to the side of my left brain.
