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.
Copper Roasting Pan
When I was shopping in the US last month, I spotted a gorgeous copper roasting pan (do I sound like Rachel talking about that gravy boat??). It caught my eye as I was exiting the store and I haven’t stopping thinking about it. I don’t have a clue why, but I really want that roasting pan. And, of course, I can’t find it.
There are tons of copper cookware out there – Copper Chef, Copper Cookware, Gotham Steel – but I haven’t found the roasting pan anywhere. I haven’t even come close.
Whyyyyy can’t I find the one I saw? The one I want? Grrr!
At this point, I think I’d be happy with whatever shape. I mean, I already have a roaster, but the copper one has been calling my name.
A Yellow Coat
I have been wanting that yellow leather jacket from Buffy the Vampire Slayer since I was 15. But I’ve also been on the hunt for a yellow winter coat for a good 10 years now too.
And I’m not super picky…as long it’s the right color of yellow and is long enough to cover my butt, and looks good….I’ll be happy.
Think Faith Hill in her Stealing Kisses video….
Remember – butt and neck need to be warm.
Veronica Beard – Jude Sweater
I love this sweater. It comes in black, white, and forest green. And I love it.
Of course, it is super pricey at $395, but this is a wish list – not a “go out and buy this stuff” list, so it’s a-ok.
Veronica Beard has a lot of cute items in her collection. Check her out:
I am starting early this year. Mostly because I am always getting nagged on that I don’t give people enough time.
The first item on my wish list this year are these loafers by Ted Baker London.
I saw them in a slide and fell in love with them instantly. They are about $175 Canadian. Eep. I’m not holding my breath. But aren’t they gorgeous? (Those frilled pants are pretty cute too!)
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!