Last night a very asleep NotIntoYou picked up the phone around 12:30 to a cheery sounding Older Navy. He had just gotten out of the studio (another 12 hour session) and was anxious to talk to me. I woke myself up and cheerfully asked questions and pretended that I hadn’t just been sleeping.

We talked all about music and how crazy we feel and all that stuff. Then he did what has to be the cheesiest and cutest thing anyone has ever done. He asked me “out” this week. What? He’s coming up here from NC just to take me out on a date? No, not so. He asked me on a phone date. What is a phone date, I asked him. He explained. We will both be at our respective homes where we will either cook or order the same food and watch the same movie. All the while we are talking on the phone. He said we could even pause the movie to “snuggle” every once in a while. Are 35 year olds allowed to talk like this? I was dying. Now it could be that it was 12:30 and I had already been asleep for an hour and a half but I found this whole thing terribly charming. I found it so cute, in fact, that I didn’t even bring up the fact that this phone date may end in phone sex…seriously, it didn’t even cross my mind. I must be maturing.

We also talked about the fact that I have show in DC this weekend. This sparked something in him, a curiosity of sorts. He made mention that Cary, NC is only about 4 or 5 hours from DC. He also mentioned that he likes to be spontaneous in his travel…am I crazy or does this mean he’s coming up for my show this weekend?

So after his description of our phone date and his general enthusiasm for all things NotIntoYou, I couldn't help but laugh, out loud. When he asked what I was laughing at I said, “well it’s just strange. I told you that I almost moved to Asheville for this boy. I had this long distance relationship with a boy in NC of all places, and it would appear that such a thing is repeating itself. So it’s just…strange.” We continued this conversation with me telling him how much I hated talking on the phone with Asheville because he always had a way of making me feel like an asshole. Older Navy was shocked that anyone could treat ME, his cute little random girl that he has such a big crush on, that way.

So here I am, with a crush. I have a crush on a 35 year old guitar teacher/bass player who lives in NC. I know nothing about him really. He did tell me his middle name (my litmus test for whether you know someone intimately…I refuse to sleep with someone unless they tell me their middle name) but I have since forgotten it…I think it starts with an M. But I can’t stop fucking thinking about him. But not in a “ooh I have to tell you about Older Navy” kind of way. No this is a much more private (other than the very public blog) reflective kind of feeling. I don’t think that I’m impressing my emotions upon my friends nearly as much as I normally do. I have a feeling part of that is that I don’t really have that much to say, but part of it is that I like having this little bit of him for myself.