Why Love, or any other feeling is not just a chemical reaction

Sorry to disappoint you guys. This entry wont have any pictures. But I guess you'll have to get used to the way I post. Sometimes I feel the need to throw in a couple of pictures to prove my point and sometimes it just compliments the entry.

So what's the title of the blog got to do with anything? Believe me, it has to do with everything I'm feeling now.

If some of my more slower audiences havent figured by now, I'm talking about a girl.

For Centuries, Women, has been the downfall of man. Women, is Man's Kryptonite. They are our weakness. I hate to sound all panzy and French, and all that, but I have found my weakness.

As some of you may already know... I am an arrogant bastard. I have an ego so big, Ron Jeremy would be proud of me. Seriously, I found a lady that has popped the fuckin air head and grounded me. Am I complaining?

Fuck No.

I love it.

I've never had a more positive outlook in life and I probably have never even talked about stuff like this too much before. Migs is actually not sure if I've been myself lately.

So where am I getting and and who is this weakness of mine?

Only my closest friends know who I'm talking about. They know who she is, but they've never met her. Her name's...a secret, for now. I like her a lot. I wish I knew if she likes me too. I hate to sound like a fuckin gradeschooler about love/likes/crushes, but this kind of feeling is impossible to explain, and this is the only way I can put it.

See... I'm a guy who hasnt been into many relationships. Fuck, I'm the type of guy that has a tomboy chick for friends, not real girls. I dont keep too many girl friends and I dont read signs well. Girls on the other hand are all about signs. If she's been dropping anything I cant see, and if someone can point it out...just tell me whats on her mind! If shes dropping hints and I'm not picking it up, I might be hurting her and that is the LAST thing I want to do to her. I really like this one guys... Any help in any fuckin form will be greatly fuckin appreciated. (Mikey, I still hold the record for most fucks in a fucking para-fucking-graph)(www.barbecuediguana.com, Chris Weeks is my Idol Though)

Mark keeps telling me to stop thinking about her when I' not with her. Its impossible guys... I get lost in her eyes and you know I dont like making eye contact with people cause I'm shy like that.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAY (Read: BIG FUCKING SIGH)

So I take her home in a ghetto cab right? Took us quite a while to get there and on the way I tried to be a gentleman and all and gave her my jacket cause she was cold...

Asked her if she had fun...

She said she still is...

I hope that means something...

(If someone thinks it means something, please write it on a piece of paper and fucking staple it to my face so I can see it) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

One last sigh...
Glad I wrote this down... I hope she finds it... no wait... I dunno... I just... :(