And it’s like the universe was delivering signs of him to me everywhere I turned. Even the name “Jordan”, a name that is not super popular, was now appearing all over the place. Day after day after day I would see his name, in one variation or another, in everything a dozen times a day. I kid you not. I’d walk into a book store and the first book I’d see would be by an author named Jordan. Television show credits, which I normally wouldn’t pay attention to, were now written, starring, directed by Jordan Somebody. Articles in magazines or conversations among friends would be about a Jordan. And my friends would out-of-the-blue start talking about Jordan….MY JORDAN. It was uncanny. But it became an inevitable part of my daily goings on.
Then it happened.
One night we ended up at the same location – unplanned, but not completely unheard of. We both had an idea of where the other would be and it seemed kismet that we would end up at the same locale. A random party.
I was making my way around the room, mingling. Enjoying the party and the people I was running into. And there he was.
We laughed and we chatted. I tried as best as I could to keep some distance between me and Jordan – just to be on the cautious side. And because I like to spread my wings when I’m out. (I am the social butterfly.)
As the evening progressed, I eventually made my way to the dance floor with some friends. Enjoying the music and the moment. And within a minute, Jordan appeared at my side. We danced together within the group, and finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I finally got to touch him. An innocent hand on a hip as we swayed (not really – it was insanely giddy music) – but it was enough to send heat through my veins and sparks through the air. That one touch between us was worth every moment on earth.
We began that day to talk on a consistent basis. Like, every day. At first it was idle chit chat; small talk. The two of us just trying to figure the other out without really getting into too much detail. But within the first week of our initial friendship, Jordan started showing up at places he knew I’d be. Places I’d talked about in random conversations but that I never would have expected him to appear at. Places that I’d mentioned in conversations with others while in earshot of him. Places that were completely out of his way. But he made the trips to see me. He’d pop in here and there to just say hello, have a quick conversation, and then be on his merry way.
From that day on, Jordan was on my mind all the time, and he was in my head. He was all I could think about. It was sickening, really. It’s as if I ached for him – to be around him, and it was like getting punched in the heart when I wasn’t. Those moments I couldn’t see him or speak to him were killing me. My anxiety levels shot through the roof and felt sick at the thought of seeing him AND at the thought of not seeing him. But he was there…everywhere I looked, I saw Jordan.
…to be continued.
I was literally mesmerized by him. By everything about him; his energy, his positivity, his kindness, not to mention his good looks. What’s really funny is that he is not what I would have normally considered “my type”. But there was something about my Jordan that I just couldn’t shake and the attraction was stronger than any other I had known.
When those two days finally passed and I was about to be near him again, I could barely contain my excitement. It was complete insanity to be this excited over someone I didn’t really know. But as soon as I saw him, I understood it once again.
We saw each other and it was like the world around us was set on fire. We were in a very crowded room among a frenzy of people and I had to leave. I hate crowds (and sometimes people) and it was all too much – Jordan or not, I had to escape. So, I went out into the hallway where the crowd was lessened and the noise was minimized. And as I waited for my friends and for the event to start, the door opened and out came Jordan. His beautiful bright smile was directed at me and while he busied himself, he stood next to me and engaged me in conversation. It was everything a young (or old) girl could have asked for.
After the event, I was once again trapped in that small room with him again. And like the two days prior, once the crowd thinned out, it was just a small group of the same people left. And here we were – Jordan and me (and it seemed, no one else) chatting away as if we’d known our entire lives that this moment was meant to be.
…to be continued.
Remember “My So-Called Life”? That ridiculously real show from the 90’s that launched the careers of Claire Danes and Jared Leto? Remember how Claire’s Angela pined for Jared’s Jordan? (“Don’t you just love how he leans?”)
Jordan Catalano was the epitome of teenage boy crushes. Because he embodied everything we had imagined, our entire lives, our soulmate to be. Jordan was imperfectly perfect.
I’m sure we have all experienced a love like that of Jordan Catalano.
The one guy who you see for just a split moment in time and you simply….fall.
You can’t sleep without dreaming of him, you can’t eat, you see him in everything you do; his name is written on every page or sign. You simply can’t function because your “Jordan” is everywhere.
I remember the first time I saw my Jordan. I noticed him from across a very large and crowded room. I recognized his name, but had never actually met him. I will admit, although he was not what I expected, he caught my eye.
The next time I saw him, several weeks later, my eyes lingered on him for a long while. An amidst a sordid incident with others, I felt an unrelenting need to protect him. That same day, I found myself in his presence, hearing him speak and being in close proximity to him. And I can say this with complete honesty, I have never wanted to physically put my hands on another person so badly in my entire life. Standing just a few feet away from him, all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him; to graze even just his stomach. I had never been this physically drawn to someone before. And maybe never since.
Less than a week later, I was sharing space with him again. We spoke briefly before an event and it was as if the world stopped around us for those few moments. Mini fireworks seemed to go off in the background while we chatted. For the next hour, we watched each other from across a room. Eyes meeting eyes. And then once again, we were next to each other in a small room, amidst a small crowd, and once our eyes met, they never left each other.
From that moment, I could not stop thinking of him. He was on my mind constantly. The mere thought of him made me dizzy and I often had a hard time catching my breath. And each and every time we spoke by phone or email or in person, my heart rate would jump and the butterflies in my stomach would swirl around in a frenzy. When I had plans to see him again just two days later, I couldn’t shake the feelings of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety. Here was this boy that I barely knew, and I was headed to see him. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and my breathing labored…or at least it felt that way. I felt like I was on a roller-coaster that would never end. I spent those two days thinking of him…of nothing but him. I was like a kid at Christmas waiting for Santa.
….To Be Continued.
This afternoon I walked into a conversation between two of my co-workers. What I caught was the end of the conversation and co-worker Betty saying “Tonya Harding“.
Co-worker Veronica said “Oh, did you go to school with her?”
Betty and I nearly died laughing.
I’m getting ready to go on vacation next week and will be travelling for a good duration of the time. And so, I’m going well-prepared with a good book or two.
As you may already know, I am an avid reader and usually become so captivated in my reads that I often find that it is all I want to do.
This summer I went thru a slew of books and finished my last John Grisham legal thriller. I picked up two other non-legals of his, and tried really hard to get into one but just epicly failed (I’ll save it for another time). So, on a recent shopping trip I was delighted to pick up a few new reads, including the third in the “The Witch of….” series by Suzanne Palmieri. Last summer I read “The Witch of Belladonna Bay” and followed it with “The Witch of Little Italy” (although, if you’re reading them, reverse the order), and I’ve been on the hunt for the third book “The Witch of Bourbon Street“. Eureka! As soon as I started reading it I fell in love with it. I’m still only a tiny ways into it because I’ve been supremely busy and haven’t had much time to indulge myself, but I am looking forward to zipping thru this third book in the series.
I’m heading out on another trip later in the month and I CANNOT WAIT to tell you all about it. This trip is going to be amazeballs and I am over the moon that I have the opportunity to do it! But, it’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait to hear about it.
For that trip, I will likely indulge in the other books during my flight. Eep! Can’t wait for this one!
Halloween H20: 20 Years Later
This movie jumped on the bandwagon of teen horror films post Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer. I mean, sure, it’s a franchise that had started in the 70’s, but this time around it really seemed it was geared toward a younger crowd. And it did ride the heels of the others.
I am not a big fan of the Halloween movie(s). Not because I found it super scary, although, don’t get me wrong, Michael Myers is definitely a creep, but moreso I found it boring and annoying. And because I’m not a Jamie Lee Curtis fan.
All that being said, I have always like H20. And perhaps it is because it is in the same keepings of the Scream and IKWYDLS films. So, I was happy to rewatch it this year after not having seen it in a long time. And, of course, the fact that there’s a new Halloween movie geared for release next year (40 years!) did give me some incentive to see this one again.
Carnival of Souls (1962)
I really wanted to like this movie. Simply because the reviews and the statement that it’s become a “cult classic”.
Mary is involved in a car accident and decides to leave her town to move elsewhere and start anew. She accepts a new job as a church organist and on her travels, becomes drawn to an abandoned carnival located near her new town.
In addition to that creep factor, she is constantly seeing an unknown man who seems to be following her.
Aside from the Creep and the carnival, Mary has spells of time where she loses hearing and becomes invisible to others…like she doesn’t exist. Her reality brink is off and on.
It seems the 60’s had some bad overacting in films…especially this one. Once I got past that and stopped rooting for the Creeper and his friends to take Mary out, the movie wasn’t that bad and it did have a nice little M. Night Shymalan twist to it.
The Watcher in the Woods (1980)
I absolutely loved this movie when I was a little kid. It terrified me to the core, but I loved it and we watched it a bunch of times. So, when I found out a few months ago they’ve filmed a remake – with Angelica Huston, no less – I was elated. And decided to re-watch the original.
The movies stars Bette Davis as a woman whose daughter, Karen, had gone missing years before. When new neighbors move in, the oldest daughter, Jan, bears a remarkable resemblance to the missing daughter. Strange things start happening to Jan – hearing voices, seeing a girl in mirrors. And the youngest daughter, Ellie, starts acting weird…as if she’s possessed.
It’s a big mystery about the night Karen goes missing. But her friends are harboring a dark secret (got your attention yet?). What do they know about Karen’s disappearance? You should watch the movie and find out.
Aside from semi-bad acting, this movie is still a pretty good watch. It will make you sleep with a light on at night.
Eyes Without a Face (1960)
I’ve been wanting to see this movie for a short while – and even started to watch it a month or so ago, but fell asleep after just a few minutes and just didn’t bother again. Then, a few nights ago, I noticed it was OnDemand so I popped ‘er on.
This is a horror-ish movie from 1960(?) and is black and white – and in French (with subtitles).
The story is that the main character – Docteur Genessier – maimed his daughter Christiane’s face badly in a car accident. He and his wife/nurse (it’s not made clear which she is, if not both) then conspire to keep her hidden away, telling the authorities that she disappeared. Christiane is kept locked up in a room in the attic of their massive creepy gothic house, forced to wear a mask that can only be classified as creepier than Michael Myers/Jason Voorhies/Ghost Face all mixed together. It’s not meant to be sinister, but it sure as heck is. Christiane even declares that her mask frightens her.
All the while, Doc and Wifey continue to kidnap young girls who bear similar looks to Christiane and perform basement surgeries on them to try and steal their faces to replace the one Christiane is now missing. Morbid much? However, the surgeries never take…for any of them.
It’s a very odd movie without a lot of dialogue. In fact, there is so much dialogue missing that I found myself skipping over a bunch of it. (I mean, do we really have to watch the Doc walk from one building to the next without any purpose or uttering a word? *skip!*)
The movie had lots of potential and I’m sure that back in good ‘ol 1960 it was probably scary AF. But, in 2017, it sucked. It was slow and boring and the ending was just atrocious. However, the face and the mask will freak you out. I had a hard time putting it out of my head when I hit the sack.