So, as I have written, I am pretty sure that I am falling in love with Georgia. Georgia is out of town this week, home in Atlanta for the 4th of July holiday. I spent hours on the 4th just wandering and wondering in Santa Monica beach about Georgia. I found myself breaking out in tears out of no where. I would say that this happened for no apparent reason, but I think I know the reason for the water works. I find myself thinking about what it would feel like to break up with this person who I have come to care so much for in such a short amount of time. Just thinking about losing Georgia is so painful that it causes me to cry. Writing about it right now makes me sad. How lame am I? I know that it is okay for guys to cry, but come on... it is kind of wierd when you are just walking down the street and start crying when in reality nothing as even happened. I have no choice but to think that this could only be a sign of true love. Speaking of signs, after staring at the ocean for a while on the 4th of July, as I was walking back to my car, I looked up to see, in huge red letters, a sign that read "The Georgian." It was a sign for The Georgian Hotel. Seeing this literal sign scared me a little. It felt like god was talking to me or something. And I don't even believe in god. How strange is that??? Anyway, I am getting far ahead of myself.

The first day after I spent the night with Georgia I spent hours writing Georgia's real name over and over again on blank paper. I couldn't stop thinking about them. That night I went to work out and then I spent the night with Georgia again. Georgia said that is how it should be every day. I should go to work, work out, and come home to Georgia. That night Georgia told me that they confided in a best friend that they could "fall for me." This was no surprise to me, but it confirmed my fears that things were moving too fast. We had only known each other a day and Georgia was thinking that they could fall in love with me. We talked about this a little and decided that it would be best to just take it one day at a time. One more embarassing thing that happened was that I found myself softly spelling out Georgia's name in cursive on their back with my finger. Georgia could feel this and told me that I was spelling their name wrong! HOW EMBARASSING! I went into complete denial. "I wasn't spelling anything!" They knew I wasn't telling the truth. In my defense, it is one of those names that can have a silent "E" in it or not and I was adding the "E" where there wasn't one. I will never live this down in my own mind. I'm an idiot! :-) Anyway, after spending two consecutive nights together we took a couple days apart. Or I did at least. The next time we saw each other we had a late lunch/early dinner and went out drinking with friends. After coralling a few drunken friends we spent the night together again. We just slept because that had been a crazy night at two bars and a "Hollywood" club. I got another meter parking ticket that morning for $45. Hanging out with Georgia is expensive! I won't bore you with all of the details, but things are going well between us I think. Since Georgia has been out of town they have called me and texted me often saything they miss me and so on. Oh, I almost forgot to write that after my embarassing crying yesterday, which I am way to embarassed to tell anyone about (hence my writing it on here), I called Georgia to wish them a happy 4th of July. We were just joking about how Georgia left their apartment unlocked so the neighbors could take care of Georgia's dog and Georgia said that when we live in a house together we will have to leave it unlocked. This was nice to hear, but again moving too fast! I just quipped in return, "Oh, so we're going to live in a house together now." Georgia went on to describe the color of the house and so on.

As for Marathon, I won't be surprised if I never see them again. This is so strange. People are often the opposite of who you expect them to be. So don't go around having expectations. I don't anymore or at least I try not to. After the first two nights with Georgia I decided that I needed to get some perspective on our relationship by spending time with someone else. So I called up Marathon. (The last time we texted we were planning on meeting, but it didn't work out mainly because Marathon didn't return my last text.) So the conversation goes something like this...

"Hello" Marathon answers.

"Hey [Marathon's real first name] it's [my real name]"

"Hey how's it go..." they respond.

"I'm fine. It's been a while" I say with an awkward tone. (I'm such an idiot, I think to myself.)

"Yeah, I've been meaning to call you but I've just been busy the last few months traveling and such."

"No problem." I try to play it cool.

"Hold on a second."

"Okay" I say still playing it cool.

I hear Marathon talking on another phone with someone.

"Okay, I'm back," Marathon says.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm just trying to have a new refridgerator delivered and there was some confusion about it."

"Okay, that's cool," I say.

"Yeah, actually can I call you back. I gotta figure this out."

"Yeah, sure, just call me when you have time," I say.

I got the impression that Marathon meant they would call back that day, but no such luck. So the next day I call Marathon again.

"Hello" Marathon answers.

"How's the new fridge?" I ask.

"Hey, how's it going?" Marathon asks. Avoiding the question.

"Fine, fine. Not much new with me. So did you get your fridge?

"I'm actually waiting for them to bring it right now."

"Good times." I joke. (Dumb joke).

Awkward silence.

"Yeah" says Marathon.

"So, you want to hang out sometime?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of busy today and I'm gonna be out of town for the 4th of July, but maybe after that. I know how to reach you."

"Okay then, yeah call me if you want to hang out. Good luck with the fridge and have a good 4th of July and everything." I say.

"Okay, yeah" Marathon says.

"Okay, bye" I respond.

"Bye."

As of this writing, that conversation took place about ten days ago and there has been no word from Marathon since. I do not expect to ever hear from Marathon again.

Going into these situations, I thought Marathon wold be the nice one who would want to have real relationship and that Georgia was just looking for sex. It turned out to be the exact opposite.

I have more to write, but I will have to leave it for another time or otherwise I will have spent most of the day writing this blog and I still have to go to a party tonight. So this concludes "Surviving My Quarterlife 23" Parts I and II. Thanks for reading. I apologize if it was boring. Good luck to everyone out there with whatever it is you are doing in your life.