It's Raining Men...and Boats....and Happiness

I'll start off by saying that I was beyond depressed for the majority of this weekend despite one of my best friends, Shoe, being in from L.A. Seeing her was absolutely amazing and surreal, but the moment I was back at my apartment alone, I felt like I was on the verge of tears/a meltdown.

My hormones have been super out of whack lately and I've been really struggling to reign myself in if you will ("OH I will!" -- Wait, are you arguing with yourself Kayleigh? -- Harumph...moving on). In fact, I was so despondent on Saturday night while sitting in my apartment alone watching old episodes of LOST online, that I called my mom and talked to her as tears welled up in my eyes.

When I saw her the next day on the glorious day for mothers, she looked at me with great concern and said, "You worried me so much last night that I almost went out and bought a present for you today just to cheer you up."

That is reason 4,392 why I cannot live without my mother.

But let's skip to the fun and games, shall we?

In terms of my last emo-ish post, I apologize. That was composed during my melancholy Saturday night consisting of my laptop, pajamas, my stuffed animal bunny, and slippers. Nothing bad per say happened with the Enigma, but I want to feel more wanted if that makes any sense. I deleted him out of my cell so I won't call or text him. I will not make an effort anymore. If he wants it he knows how to get it. So what happened last night? He immed me and made the effort, but still didn't get re included into my address book.

I am willing to put his digits back in but only if more effort is made to let me know that I'm a special lady.

As my friend Courtney just said, "I'm glad you're making Enigma earn his keep! That's the way it should be!" Bravo, Miss C, bravo.

Suddenly I am being inundated with male attention, and from my exes at that. This is flabbergasting and exciting simultaneously. I'm all kinds of excited about this.

Last night The Athlete and I were chatting via AIM (he and I talk the most/are the closest out of all of my exes) and he told me that he's going to take me out to celebrate my new job on Friday. That I can pick wherever I want to go; whatever my lil heart desires. I thought this was so sweet and I was positively beaming over on my side of the monitor. Mind you I wanted Enigma to say that to me, but he hasn't, and The Athlete stepped up to the plate. I'm glad SOMEONE cares.

I spent a good portion of my morning going on Metromix and checking out lists of bars I've never been to in giddy anticipation for Friday.

Then just when I thought things couldn't get any wilder, The Misfit, the first boyfriend I've ever had/the guy I dated through most of high school/his family may or may not want him to marry me, etc. called me 5 minutes ago and left a message. He lives in a small town in Iowa, so I rarely talk to/see him so I knew something must be up.

His message:

"Hi Kayleigh, I'm in town for a job interview and I'll be done at four p.m. I wanted to see if you would like to get dinner with me at [restaurant name redacted]. Give me a call back this time."

Why the snarky last line you ask? Oh that's probably because every time he's called me in the past few months I've never called him back. I was sick of being at his beck and call kind of thing. And it felt good. But getting taken out to dinner/having a MATURE outing with The Misfit? OK that warrants a return phone call.

I just texted him back and I'm probably going to leave work early to go rendezvous with him later. I'm thoroughly convinced that my life is hilarious. Just when I think I have nothing, POOF! I have something. And more than one something at that. I've needed some excitement.

So maybe Enigma will sense my newfound male attention and get his head back in the game. Mono is no excuse, people. If you want to be with me you have got to try! Put some effort in. Don't be a wuss.

Ahem.

So back to other (non-male) topics.

During the Mother's Day family extravaganza, my cousins, their spouses and I all became deeply engrossed in a serious discussion about purchasing a 20 foot speedboat for our lake house. I am totally in. So there is a very real possibility that within the next few months I will be part owner of a nice lil boat which I will be able to take out at will once I learn how to actually use it. The thought floors me.

Speaking of boats, I've mentioned before that my family is full of sailors and such. The men on my dad's side of the family own a 35 foot sailboat that's currently anchored in the harbor next to the Chicago Yacht Club, and they race it all summer long.

Every Wednesday after Memorial Day, (for the entire summer) my cousin Keith takes the boat out after work for 3 hours of drinking cold beers and cruising the Chicago coastline. It's absolutely gorgeous and I cannot WAIT until I can start going on the boat once a week.

Life is just fabulous right now.

Speaking of fabulous...the girls and I are in the midst of planning a weekend trip to Vegas and staying in a suite at The Venetian. I am getting stars in my eyes just thinking about it.

Sorry I am all over the place today and quite frankly, acting like a total spaz. I'm just so happy to be...happy.

Wow, I am the cheesiest person alive.