Change of heart

Five, even three years ago, my ideal boyfriend would have been a rebel; like Paul in the Beatles: not too wild, but wild enough to make a girl scream. Today, my tastes have changed. I prefer more of a Ringo or a George to that of a John or a Paul. Experience has taught me that those are the keepers. Those are the ones to fall in love with.

p.s. Ben unhooked his computer today. I am a dork, but somehow I feel deserted, abandoned by this event. I know it should really make no difference to me, he's on Washington, I'm in California, and he is going to Florida... I will still be in California. It's the "one that got away" syndrome, I guess. And I won't even get to see him as he passes through San Diego because, ironically, I'll be in Florida, his destination where he will arrive just as I am leaving. Also, I lied when I posted my favorite memory of him on his myspace. I told him that it was of us watching Abre Los Ojos, and that's true, but I left out the magic of that night: when he leaned me against the wall and asked if he could kiss me and then he did and after that he picked me up and carried me to my bed. It made me swoon... and it still does.