Payam has been friendly, but not flirty, with me. We keep playing phone tag, trying to meet up for dinner or coffee, but it hasn’t worked out yet. He’s sweet, but I’m more and more certain he’s gay (that really deserves its own blog post).
Jeremi began, slowly, to email me again. Poor guy, he acts like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Admittedly, I threw him for a loop by taking a break from him, but am I still going to be interested in him in a month? Who knows?
Itzli has been amping up his flirtatiousness with me (latest text message – “How’s it going, gorgeous??”). He’s too-too fun and flirting with him is a game I don’t want to end. But how much longer before I decide to get him to ASK ME OUT? I’ve got my sights on him. He intrigues me tremendously. He may be “just not that into me” but I refuse to give up until I know for sure.
Today, I asked a friend to marry me for a green card. He agreed. Who knows?
Anyway, in summary, being single (and sleep-deprived and over-homework-ed) is clearly making me a little nutty. Maybe I should have just stuck it out with Mr. Compliments himself?
One thing’s for sure: I’d make a terrible nun.