My type? How about ...with a pulse?

I've been threatening to do this post for a while now so I guess I might as well stick it in here (besides, Sam's just updated her blog so I have to keep ahead of her!)

Have you ever thought back to when your "type" became your type? Well, I've spent the last couple of weekend mornings doing just that while on the lengthy drive to work. I know that Sam thinks that I only have one type...but there really are two types that I go after.

The first type is the "big guy". I'm not talking huge here..but big guys. I've actually traced it back to..geeeezz....7th grade, y'all. He was in my math class and hurt his back and couldn't come to school. The teacher asked if anyone wanted to write him letters. Well, you all know me...I was writing notes even back then. We wrote for a long time and when he came back, it seemed a bit odd (just like when you only talk to someone online and then meet them in person) but we ran in the same circles and became boyfriend and girlfriend for a while. We would break up and then make up and it went back and forth all the way through high school and even for a bit after high school. He was my "first" in a lot of ways....but not the one way that I wished he was. I always look back on him with fondness and imagine my surprise when I was in Texas ....Texas...so many many miles away from SoCal....and I was in a tiny little town in Texas too. Not Dallas, Houston....San Antonio...but a tiny little town. What are the chances that the two of us would be in that same tiny town? For who knows how long and not have run into each other? OMG....the odds are astronomical! And he was still...sigh...the ying to my yang. From books to movies to...even careers...we were on the same wavelength. Even now, I figure that when I'm a million years old and in that little retirement home, I'm gonna look around and there he will be.

Anyway...he was the first of many big guys that have captured my heart...if not just my body (roflmao) Don't worry, no dirty little details...but my Telford was always there as well. He knows that he will always be a part of my heart and my life even if he won't come back to Cali.

But there's always been another type. The skinny, quiet...alright..NERDY guy. He isn't in the midst of any clique. He keeps to himself, which then makes me want to talk to him and think that he is so "deep". LOL...and believe it or not, I can trace this back to 7th grade as well! I'm not going to mention his name other than to say....if you saw "Fast Times at Ridgemont High", you saw him. There's always been one of my quiet guys...from Pac Bell...AT&T...and yeah, even now where I am. I know better than to act on anything where I am but it's always nice to look. I never want to become like the Jessica Rabbit that we have at work. At Xmas, I have this shirt that says "Ho Ho Ho" on it...I call it my Jessica shirt. (Yes, Sam...I *did* just say that). I wonder if she even has a clue what people say about her....she must, right?

Okay, well I've gotten this out of my system and out of my brain so now I can think about other things.

I'm going out to see the meteor shower....I almost feel like one of my Sims3 characters....I actually had Pink out there watching a meteor shower...roflmao...okay...have a goodnight my peeps.....