I haven't been able to stop thinking about the future pastor. 

Call me crazy, but... I'm crazy.

I don't want to be an idiot and rush into shit like I usually do, which is why I tried to keep the conversation that we've had on a "random acquaintance" level.  But he's so awesome!

We have the same taste in music and movies.  We have similar brands of humor.  And the situation itself is just weird, yet it doesn't seem to bother him.  I told him the other day that I've had a crush on him since I met him, but I told him in French.  I wonder if he picked up on the fact that I still do. 

I asked him if he would really want to hang out with me, or if he was just saying that.  He said that he usually doesn't say things unless he means them. And that he enjoyed our four-and-a-half-hour-long online conversation.  How awesome?!?!

I asked Ryan for advice, but he just quoted rap songs at me.  I asked Bryan for advice, about this and Rocky, Grant, and Murray, and his advice was: "Just say 'fuck it' to the other ones, and tell him, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I met you.""  Bryan's logic was that either he'd respond positively, or just laugh it off, thus giving me my answer either way.  I just see it as me being a psychotic bitch, which I'm not about to do.  So, for the rest of the guys, it's either one-word answers or ignoring them completely if they annoy me enough.  I mean, seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to sleep with you again, no matter if I'm dating anyone or not?  And why is it that ever conversation with you always seems to turn into "So, what are we going to do when we fuck?"  Why can't you just realize that I'm not going to sleep with you.  And why is it that you don't realize that I still partially hate you for leaving me in bed, then pretending that it never happened?  God, guys can be too much to deal with sometimes.  Only thing is, I don't hang out with too many girls, either.  Gilr issues are way more complicated and annoying than guy issues.  Hell, guy issues usually revolve around either  the fact that you haven't slept with them yet, or the fact that you have, and things got to be too weird.  (For the most part, anyway.)

But, as I was saying,  I've been thinking about him all day.  I ended up listening to the Toadies while I was drawing another tattoo that I want to get.  I love the idea, but I don't know where to get it.  I'm think I'm going to do away with the border of it and get it on my ribs.  It'll hurt like a bitch, but I'm pretty sure that by the time I gt it, I'll be up for it.  I'll just need someone there to have sex with me afterwards.  (Getting tattooed makes me hornier than I usually am.)