A Teenage Crush

You know it’s time to find love when you find yourself crushing on a Netflix TV Series star.  Really finding yourself crushing over anyone at the age of 42 is a sign something needs changing.

I’m new to Netflix.  When I purchased my condo, I decided to nix cable to save some money.  Netflix seemed like a good idea at only $7.99 per month, and so far I’m pretty happy with it.  A couple weeks ago, I stumbled on the series “The Killing.”  Seen it?  If not, I highly recommend it.  I fell in mad love with the two main characters, and I am embarrassed to admit, I had a dream about the male lead — Stephen Holder.

I may be embarrassed to admit this little crush, but I’m not upset that I have it.  I haven’t had a “crush” on someone since I was a teenager.  Not this type of crush anyway.  The kind that makes you feel giddy and gives you little butterflies.  Ok, so he’s not real — slightly inconvenient.  Never-the-less I’m feeling giddy this morning, and I’m excited for this emotion.  I finished the series last night, and then….. I started it over.  What can I say — I’m in love.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in love, and I hope I find it soon.  I’m a bit of a romantic, so this draught (4.5 years) has taken it’s toll on me.  My anxiety hasn’t helped me in the love area.  On medication I have no sex drive; off medication I’m extremely anxious.  I need to find a guy who digs anxious chicks.  I should put that on my POF profile.

I do have a potential date this weekend.  I met a guy at the end of January when he had come to town looking for a place to rent.  He accepted a job in my town, but wasn’t moving here until March.  Honestly, I didn’t really think I’d hear from him again since it was over a month ago we met, but I was mistaken.  He moved to town last week, and he sent me a text asking to hang out this weekend.   I’m not holding my breath on this one, but ya never know.

I’ve been out of the blog loop for a bit here.  My injured leg has brought on a bit of depression, and I’ve had a hard time focusing.  It’s not the pain of the injury that’s got me down, it’s the inability to exercise.  Tomorrow I have physio, so I’m hopeful for some healing.  With any luck I will be running and in love before I know it.

I hope you are all doing well — I will be catching up on my reading soon.