To quote my favorite bloggers, the 20-Nothings, "So the bad news is that the number one American regret involves missed or failed opportunities at love and relationships."
Why does this matter to me?
My good pal, Fred, didn't talk to me for over 21 hours. I know, shocking right? Some flirty texts that began as of 8am yesterday petered off around 1pm, and the next message from him was at 11:30 am today. Nearly a day of not hearing from him and I'm freaking out, wondering if he took a long nap after work and slept until the next day, or worst case- he was in a horrible accident and I need to be at his bedside. Snap out of it girl.... In reality, he said he went out with a friend last night. So fine, no reason to panic. I only sent one text in those 20+ hours between 1pm and today, casually asking how his afternoon at work was.
The proble,- It's just that it felt strange not to talk to him at all for one night, like something was missing. Which leads me to the simple conclusion- I have really fallen for him. But if I say how much it bothered me not to talk to him, I drift into crazy stalker girl territory. We're not in a relationship, so I kind of have no right to be this bothered, but I am. So I stay quiet and cool. For now.
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