Monday night Lucky and I were BBMing whilst watching Most Eligible Dallas, a guilty pleasure for us both. We were freaking out over Courtney and Matt’s so hot hot tub kiss and moments later getting pissed at Courtney ruining it by opening up her big ugly mouth. Which got us on the topic of hot kisses and hot guys which ultimately lead to us talking about my one true love, Neal Bledsoe, and how my facebook friend request is still pending nearly 1 year (10 months, to the day) later.
Lucky tried making me feel better by insisting he was in a part of the world where he didn’t have internet access or that he’s been busy working. But we all know that’ s a lie, his profile picture is different.
Part of my New Year’s resolution is going to be to let the past be the past and not hold grudges, to some extent, Douchearoo and Snoop-Linus? Grudge. The girl in my sorority who told on me for having hot Australians back to the sorority house one night, which ultimately got me “sober ride” duty for 3 weekends? Forgiven.
So I figured why not try this new and improved Gizzy out with Neal? It can only help. So, Neal Bledsoe… I know you google yourself and you will read this, this is Gizzy speaking, I forgive you for not accepting my friend request, even though it’s probably the biggest mistake you’ve ever made… cauuuse I think you’d like my goods. Just saying. Your loss, you’ll regret this, but I forgive you.
Don’t worry though, I’m not going to cancel my friend request just in case one day he decides to accept me, and propose to me, and have some sex with me, or eat some chicken, whatever, I’ll be there.
Wow, I sound like a stalker.
Wouldn’t it be funny if I actually did meet Neal Bledsoe one day and we like, fell in love and I was like omg guess what I used to hate on you so bad on my blog and always talked about how you were such a jerk for not accepting my facebook friend request yet so so hot at the same time? And he’d be like, YES Gizzy… that is soooo funny, aren’t you glad you were wrong and I’m like the nicest guy ever? And I’d be like yeah and then we’d make out.
So if you ever come here and one day Cocktails At Tiffany’s is just gone out of thin air, it’s because I met Neal Bledsoe and he CAN NEVER KNOW ABOUT THIS. And you and I, we can’t be blog friends anymore.
So my boss is on vacation for the next week and I am soOoOoOoOoO excited! I was telling Lucky that I feel like a teenager whose parents finally decided it was ok to leave me at home alone for the weekend. Like I was acting like a child. I ate so much candy that I gave myself a stomach ache, talked to my friends all day, and googled things I shouldn’t have been while at work, I even left early yesterday and gave the office a big su-fi as I walked on the elevator. I mean my boss like NEVER takes vacation and it’s the most annoying thing ever. Like I always feel like when she is there I have to be working hard in case she walks around the corner, I don’t want her seeing me on facebook, playing games, or looking up flights to go visit Lucky. Not only is she giving herself a vacation for the next week, she’s giving me a vacation too! WAHOO!!!!
Back track! I just spent more time then I care to admit googling Neal Bledsoe to find out if he is single and if I should seriously be on the prowl, and he’s not. He has a girlfriend… for like years. And she’s like 9 feet tall, blonde, and gorgeous. CHRIST! Just when you think things are starting to turn around. I’m done. I’m just done. I’m going to stop wasting my time on all these hot men and just start reading the encyclopedia. Reading the encyclopedia = FAIL.