Last Saturday I went over to my sisters house to spend a couple of days over there with her since I had nothing to, she's going thru a rough time and I had to be in New York on Sunday and Monday anyway.

She made plans for us to go out with some of her friends from work to a club. All of her friends from work are guys. So we got dressed up.


The club was pretty cool, but it's coolness factor rose times a million when I started dancing with one of Ola's coworkers... and shortly after I feel in love. We started dancing and then just kind of never stopped. Till he walked me upstairs that is where we had our first kiss... which was spectacular, even if I was drunk.

After I almost got us kicked out of the club we decided to leave anyway. Erdem had to drive since Eugene (another coworker), Ola and I were too drunk to do so, and Eugenes car was at our house and Erdem just doesn't have one.



More kissing, more falling in love, and then sleep like a dead person. I never made it to New York on Sunday, but Sunday night I did make it to Erdems apartment... and I didn't even get lost. He's spectacular. He's 26, from Turkey, has been in America for 3 years, he's an engineer at one of the top Architectural firms in New York right now (at the moment he's working on the design of an 80story building). We watched a movie, and then talked for over 2 hours. We like the same music, and just get along great, the conversation flowed like a knife through melted butter. Then when he kissed me as I was about to leave... he kissed my neck and I got a shover across my whole body, he kissed my lips and I thought I was going to fly away from the butterflies in my stomach, he held me close and kept kissing me and I felt like I really was floating cause I did not feel my legs. I had to get out of there quickly before I did something that would've ruined the sweetness and purity, since we both wanted it.

The next day we both spent working, but we messaged eachother sporatically. I made me some dinner... and then we made plans for dinner on Thursday. He is perfect. I want to fold him into a tiny square and keep him in a locket around my neck. I have not gone this gaga for a guy since I was like 10 years old and used to fall in love with the cutest boy in whatever town I was vacationing in. He wouldn't even have to talk to me, or even look at me, but I'd find him (he was usually blond) and lock all my hopes and love on him. Then everywhere I went for the rest of the vacation I would constantly search the crowds in hopes of spotting him. I rarely did. I never spoke to them. But I loved them all. I feel like I'm ten again, just this time I actually talk to him, and he's not blond. Haha. I could've never asked for more.