The Captain & the Dreamboat

So, I've been doing some major cleaning in my life lately. Not so much physical, as it is mental.. Although I did do a recent purge session in my closet thanks to a brilliant idea from my little wifey.. A give-it-away party. It stemmed from the whole idea of "one man's trash, is another man's treasure" and it was amazing. I had the urge to go have a shopping spree at Forever 21, and instead I have a whole new wardrobe for the price of zero dollars, and some extra space in my closet. And got to see my amazing ladies to boot! Win Win! :)

But as for the mental cleansing.. Ever since Mr. Dreamboat came in and smiled at me, I feel like I've had this major awakening. And I am plain and simple, bored with my "friend". Just even saying the word friend makes me fall into a deep sleep. I have renamed him to Captain Boring. Ha ha, Is that mean? Its just that I want someone that makes me giddy. That makes me speechless. And turns me into a total complete sappy nerd. I'm ready to look at someone and say "Yep, we are M.F.E.O." (Made For Each Other-- Sleepless in Seattle, anyone? Haha, Deed, I just got a mental image of "Harses! Harses! Harses!".. I think of you every time I see that part.) But at the same time, I don't know if I'm just going through a phase.. so I gave myself one final test.

The Captain invited me to a Lakers game last night, and so I said, perfect opportunity! Somewhere public, with a kiss cam (I love me some kissing!), sports-related so fun for him, celebrity-spotting-potential so fun for me, and its something different.. Okay! Things are looking good. But then again, this is me and remembering my luck here... clearly, the only thing that looked good at the game was the cute guy sitting in the row in front of me. Long story short, the Captain failed to mention my seat for the game was literally on the opposite side of the Staples Center from where his was. My seat was with my friend Tyler and his adorable girlfriend, Katie, who by-the-way are in the Giddy Stage of their relationship and can't keep their hands off each other. I'm surprised they didn't end up on the Kiss Cam. The Captain was sitting with his three buddies and called me during halftime to say that they were gonna stay on their side (we were supposed to meet up) of the arena and "Would I be okay?" My answer was, "You have no idea how okay I will be."

Thank you fate, my gut, or whoever else was sending me my answer that night. I heard you loud and oh-so-clear. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast at the game. I danced, I cheered, I spotted those celebrities. I took my lemons, and made one killer lemon meringue pie. But thanks in no part to the Captain. And after we got back to his house, and everyone left, it was just the two of us, sitting there... bored.

Thank you to Mr. Dreamboat for opening my eyes to such possibilities. I haven't seen you again, and I don't know if I ever will.. But if I do, I owe you a lemon meringue pie. Okay, okay.. and maybe a kiss. :)