who gets excited when a number I don't know is calling me.
it hasn't happened yet.
but i secretly hope that the nameless number belongs to a very handsome man
who realized he is madly in love with me
and wants to take me on a date.
setting that hope aside.
I am glad to not be dealing with boys.
my friends seem to be having enough problems with them to remind me they are no good.
mister perfect man.
i am waiting.
just show up in the next 10 years, wont you?