Hair Pulling

Hair pulling is in full effect. Mystery guy decided that every time he sees me he pushes me, or he tries to nudge my knee so it buckles. And of course there is the ever present Yankee bashing. Got to love that!

It's funny, last week I was so miffed about the events of the Christmas party, but this week it's almost as if he seeks me out. (Or maybe I am just imagining that.) I don't know anymore. I want to ask him out but of ourse I am a chicken shit. (How many times have I typed that phrase in this blog! Too many...) One day I will get up the nerve.

There are certain things however that I think may stand in the way - and for once they are not my issues! He has mentioned my height a few times, but I don't care if I am taller than he is. Also, he doesn't seem to be overly religious, but his religion is different than mine, and he seems to have strong feelings against the religion in which I was raised. I see this as a non-issue because I am not religious at all. I am not a fan of organized religion, period. But then again that may be an issue. Who knows. The only thing I do know is that I am still interested in him.

On another note, through the wonderful site that is www.myspace.com, I was able to reconnect with a friend of mine that I went to high school with and have not spoken to in almost a year. It's always great to find those friends who meant something to you. Even though I am still pissed off at him for not signing my yearbook. Bastard!