He and I have chatted on and off via Facebook. About a week ago, I caught up with him on a lonely Friday night and had the best two hour conversation ever. I've saved some of the highlights. Why? Because I'm crazy. I thought we knew this.
Me: you're the only straight man i know who owns up to liking the Miami Sound Machine.
Ryan: Hehe.... idgaf (I don't give a fuck) :P
So then we started one-upping each other with web links to YouTube music videos. Hijinks ensued.
Ryan: (sends a web link to Simply Red's "Holding Back the Years")
Me: lol!! simply red. Yesssss!!!!
Ryan: This tangent eventually leads to black metal. Haha
Ryan: what about this (sends web link to Double's "The Captain of Her Heart")
Me: omg...i'm laughing in the dark here. god, the 80s had the market on tugging heart strings
Ryan: they had awesome shit
In regards to Martika's "Toy Soldiers"
Ryan: i remember having a weird dream about this song. song playing, dead kids, shot, all over a gym. I was like 10.
Me: that's no way to have a wet dream
Ryan: haha
Me: (web link to Whiteshake's "Is This Love?")
Ryan: yesssssss
Me: slow dance!!! David Coverdale has a lion's mane
Ryan: a good one
Ryan: (Danzig's "Bodies")
Me: DANZIG. now you're just trying to get me turned on
Ryan: you can see titties at the beginning. hah.
Ryan: (Bonnie Riatt's "I Can't Make You Love Me")
Me: LOL. we're all over the map tonight
Ryan: Heh
Ryan: when it comes to sappy, this is my shit right here (Duncan Sheik's "Barely Breathing")
Me: SHUT UP. i was just gonna post that. GET OUTTA MY BRAIN.
Ryan: Haha.
Me: creeping to the edge of the 90s. (Peter Murphy's "Cuts You Up")
Ryan: ..............i havent thought of this song in yeeeeears
I don't understand how a man can have a spirited 2+hour conversation with a gal, find all these same interests and ideas and not think, hey this would be nice to do often and always? I just don't get it.
Anyway, I really really REALLY hope he comes to the party. I've already got an appointment set up with my hair stylist on Saturday, I've been using teeth whitening mouth wash for two weeks now, I'm going to get my nails done tomorrow and I'm still auditioning outfits to wear. If Ryan doesn't come and collect me, I'm just gonna have to throw myself into the arms of some unsuspecting (and probably undeserving) geek. Also, my friends must be sick of me prattling on about Ryan every time the topic of boys come up. I need them to see what the whole fuss is about and that yes he DOES exist. I hope that by Sunday morning, I have good news to report.
In the meantime, I've been trying to distract myself with work, friends and other things. I started flirting with a guy named Abe from the Deftones forums on Facebook. He thinks I'm pretty. Too bad he lives in Texas.
Jay and I started texting again. Of course he's still in love with me. Too bad he lives in New York. I'm sensing a trend here.
But nooooo....old Ryan in Echo Park, a mere 15 minute drive from me, would not even deign to speak to me, unless I go first. Won't even text me, unless I text first. Heavens no!
And finally, it seems everyone's switching to Facebook's Timeline feature. This only increases the new amount of pictures, status updates and additional stalking fodder I needed on friends and family. It also brought me to a weird photo of Ryan in someone's shower, wet and in his underwear. I think it was for a photography homework assignment, the theme of which I don't quite understand. Is that supposed to be blood?!
The funny thing is, I distinctly remember him wearing those same boxer shorts a couple of weeks ago. They didn't stay on him too long (booya!!). Let's hope there's more of this on Saturday and less of me getting stood up like a dickhead.
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