HotGuy15: Hey, love… wondered if you wanted to play tonight?
ImSoGay: I'm kind of tired tonite, darlin'… maybe tomorrow?
HotGuy15: Sure… just tweet me & lemme know xoxo
ImSoGay: Will do, sweetie. Talk tomorrow...
I shut down my computer and wondered if I was just wasting my time. Jasper… well, that's what he said his name was anyway, and I had tweeted for the past two months almost exclusively. I knew I was being stupid and getting my hopes up. I couldn't help but imagine him as looking like Gerard Butler in 300. Okay, I'll admit, I'd even take him if he looked like old Gerry in P.S. I Love You. Sadly to say, I was desperate at this point. My ex-boyfriend had left me three months ago and I felt as if I were just plain useless… damn it. No, damn him. As I brushed my teeth before bed, I reflected back on James's and my last conversation.
Look, Edward, we've just grown apart. We both want different things, and the only way to fulfill our dreams is to go other directions to achieve our goals. Look, baby, maybe one day we'll meet up and things will magically work out.
Right. Magically. That's the same word he'd used when we'd first met.
Oh, Edward, our meeting was just magically meant to be, baby...
I'd since learned not to rely on anyone or anything anyone said. I hated that I'd become jaded at the ripe old age of twenty-five, but that's what my ex had done for me. Thanks a lot, James. So now I was left to tweet for companionship.
Good lord. I was right up there with Britney Spears, who I adored, but nevertheless, I was vying for tweet queen right along with her sad self. I sighed.
"Jasper, you'd better come through for me." I sighed.