Trying To Behave

My favorite Fishy is going to be in the area on Saturday. I'm going to do my best to make sure that I stay in the house all morning. He's doing a station thingie at Tractor Supply in Belle Vernon, which is right up the road from my gym.

ARGH!

And there's going to be a petting zoo!

Double argh!

I've told myself it's best not to go. After all, I don't need anything at Tractor Supply. (Well except maybe a Pickled Herring or two and I'm pretty sure there's only one...and that one has a wife that would pop me one if I tried to commandeer her husband) I don't think that trying to feed a Fish to a goat at the petting zoo counts as something I need at Tractor Supply, right?

~sigh~

Why is it that the only guy I've liked in the last 8 years has to be married? Damn and blast. It's the story of my life. Just about all the guys I've liked/crused on/whatever in the last few years have all been married.

So I'm going to convince myself that staying home on Saturday is the best thing to do, perhaps not for my fragile sanity, but in the long run for my well being. Though I have to say I have a huge hankering for a Fishy hug. They are the nicest things.

I Feel Like A Fool

I caught PH online today on google. So out of the blue, I IM'd him.

He actually responded, too.

Amazing.

Yes, I'm ready to give up on the friendship thing there. I know it's a complete waste of my time, but I do hold out hope that maybe he'll grasp the meaning of friendship and know that I'm not harboring any desires to jump him. At least not anymore.

However it does seem quite wrong of me to be typing at him while listening to WJPA instead of WPKL. Ah well, such is life. I haven't listened to The Real Dill Pickle Morning Show in weeks. And I'm not about to go back to that habit any time soon, because it just makes things worse for me. Mind you, attempting to chat with him does too, but what can I say, I continually grasp at straws, plus I keep hoping one day he'll surprise me.

So far he hasn't. Which is why I really feel like a tard for kinda putting him on the spot, but then again, he wasn't answering my emails. I guess that's telling me something, huh.

The sad thing, is now I really don't want to go to The Grass Roots concert in Oct, because I don't want to see him. I don't want to hear him, because I'll just end up feeling hurt at the end of it all. That's just sad because I have 3rd row center seats for the concert.

Would someone please tell me how to get him off my mind, or at least how I'm going to get through that show without heckling him?