Have you talked to him?!

Have you talked to him?!

 The answer is either yes, no, or kinda. (Kinda: We tweeted each other that one time or he commented on my status.) Recently, I have come to dread this question! Why?! Because I have don't have a cute anecdote to share. (I know that sounds silly. I felt silly when I wrote it. But it's true). I have no updates in the boy department. *deep dramatic sigh* There are days when this realization is welcomed. No boys=No Drama. But what this little equation leaves out is feelings. The ones that we (I) have desperately tried to let go of. The ones we don't want to admit we (still) have. The ones that arise when your friends ask, "Have you talked to him?!"
 Feelings....They take up so much of my thought space.
I want to share them. Yes I know, that slight brush of an arm should have been clear enough but sometimes words are necessary. I'm not a mind-reader and neither are the guys that are the object of my affection.
As I much as I detest that question, I pose it to my friends all the times. (Funny how that works).

Maybe sometime soon, I'll have a new story or two for my friends, until then I'll try to tip toe around the question. In other words, I will attempt to fan away those pesky feelings.