The chiropractor formerly known as my crush~

I picked him up from the airport yesterday. We were supposed to go car shopping, but his flight was delayed because of weather. I am a masochist. I spent about 5 hours with this man. Just hanging out. He was on the phone and texting. I read. We talked about how he doesn't want a serious relationship because he'll be moving in the next year. He must have talked about 5 other females.

I swear I got up to leave several times. Everytime he grabbed my arm or my leg, pulling me back into the seat beside him, I sat my ass back down. I didn't feel like going home. I could have gone to the gym. (note to self: if this ever happens again, go work out) He's not over his last girlfriend and just went to Austin to see her. He does not want me. I know this. He is emotionally unavailable. I know this.

Now when I'm around him, I don't blush or ramble on like a dork.

He has replica light sabers. We played with those. I did not join the dark side, don't worry. ..but it was fun.

He has a great ass and is almost always silly. Except when I am having a serious conversation with him about anything other than us or his feelings about comittment. The honest truth is(is there any other truth?) that I don't want him like "that" anymore. I'm not quite to the part where I am fixing him up with friends of mine...but that will happen eventually, too. It was comfortable to just sit around his apartment with him. Until he honked my boob like Harpo Marx's horn. Even that was funny. Funny that my panties weren't in their usual state of perplexion when that territory is explored. Funny that he is just a sweet boy who I really don't like like "that" anymore. (I know I already said that...)
And even though I don't...
What I like is that I know he thought I looked hot the other night...and I did. I had on a great lipstick, cute outfit, and some FANTASTIC new shoes. I saw him looking at me. Even though he doesn't want me, for several minutes, the thought was crossing his mind. He said so. Somehow I declined. Why that matters? Who knows?!

The good thing about being friends with my former crush, is that he is a chiropractor and works on me for free. He uses appiled kinesiology to find your adjustment needs. where they originate and where to manipulate. He told me that my adrenals are jacked up, that I need more protein, and that an apple isn't enough for breakfast. I'm gonna do some research on my adrenals...they are two lima bean like glands on top of each kidney(this I already knew) maybe they hold the key to something. Like why my hair is so gray underneath all this color. Or why the rest of my body is about two sizes smaller than my stomach. Maybe my adrenals hold the key to the door that will open a whole new world for me. A world where money is abundant. A world where someone thinks about me all day long, and then whispers in my ear about it when he sees me.
That's a lot of pressure for two lima beans, I know.

I think this concludes my essay on the chiropractor formerly known as my crush. Although this is not entirely in active or passive voice, and it may not flow like a thesis paper should...and adrenal lima beans weren't even in the topic sentence...I'm good.

Life is good.