I really am a girl. Fuck.

Grace is right that talking about relationships is a snoozefest. However, I have nothing else right now to talk about. And I've bothered my friends with this enough today. So.

The boy and I have been going strong for five months. We know each other's friends. We email multiple times per day. We see each other most weekends.

Last night, on the advice of numerous people who told me it was NO BIG DEAL, I casually, in the context and midst of various other things, asked him in an email if he had ever mentioned me to his parents. Who he lives about twenty miles from. And emails with "regularly".

I haven't heard from him all day. ALL DAY. (No, he's not just busy. People with iphones who email you sports articles you couldn't care less about are not that busy.)

Why. WHY did I do that? I was curious! It wasn't a big deal! Did I freak him out? Everything everything EVERYTHING points to us being in a real relationship.

I know that we both have strong feelings. Why would this freak him out?

I was watching He's Just Not That Into You a few weeks ago, and laughing (pitying) the sad girls who screw things up with men. Never ever have I been that girl. A few months ago I didn't even know if I really liked him. Well, I do. Clearly.

I'm having another glass of wine. I will not email him again. This is ridiculous.

Thanks to me being a girl, I billed about .2 hours today.

Check that. (Meaning everything above.) Now I'm just mad. mad mad mad. If he's this weirded out by a simple question like that I think we have bigger issues happening here.
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Update:

At 8:51pm I received the following as part of a longer email:

"I have indeed mentioned you to my fam. I've talked to my mom, sister, and granddad about you. I don't talk to my dad about stuff and my grandmom is getting kind of senile."

Jesus Christ. I'm not cut out for this.

I don't even mind that it's Chris Brown*

If you haven't watched this yet, well, sad for you. Watch it. I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle someone today, and then I watched it again and was dancing barefoot around my office.

*Truth be told...I love that song.

Things I'm thinking about. In no particular order.

I am a bad blogger.

Summer reruns suck.

I miss the boy. It's been two weeks! He'll be here tomorrow night.

I'm sooooo happy it has yet to hit 90 degrees this summer in NYC. Joy.

Having the washing machine outside my apartment door broken for almost two weeks has made me realize that the day I own my own machines (NON-coin operated, thank you) will be one of the happiest days of my life.

Deadlines at work have somehow snuck up on me.

And I don't really care.

Because I am the master at getting things adjourned.

I still miss Chloe.

Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. was probably in the right, but anyone who says "Do you know who I am?" deserves to be smacked.

First Post Ever From Work

I know. I KNOW. I shouldn't blog from work. But you know what? No one around here cares. We don't have an IT department (unless one guy who comes in randomly to fix network problems counts), I'm on other people's blogs, Gawker, and Facebook all freaking day anyway, and really, I get my shit done so no one is the wiser when it comes to my internet procrastination tools.

It's pouring rain and sunny outside right now. Wtf. I'll be in Philly for the long weekend, and will probably leave after I finish writing this even though my train isn't for another hour and a half. Sheryl Crow is playing before the fireworks at the Art Museum on Saturday. I really want to go, but I have a somewhat irrational fear of crowds. It's not crowds so much as, um, dirty people being too close to me, haha. I was at an Explosions in the Sky concert (they're so good) the other night and almost couldn't breathe from the mixture of BO and marijuana.

I digress.

I can't decide which one of these clips made me laugh the most.

Happy Independence Day everyone. God save the Queen.

Wait. That's not right. Damnit.