In my last entry, I was a star-struck love fool infatuated with a guy named Michael. Well let me tell you right now that that went kaputz. Let's just say that Mr. Michael was not all that he seemed to be and that the main lessons of that relationship was 1) Listen to your friends 2) Listen to your heart and probably most imoprtantly.. 3) Love is not always easy, but it isnt' supposed to make you utterly miserable. Lesson duly noted. Now moving along...

Fast forward to sophomore year. Still recuperating from the immature foolishness from last year I experienced a revelation. While out to dinner with the girls, my friend shared her new slogan for her sophomore year at college: J. F. I. = Just Fuck It.

My friends and I found this slogan as the answer to all of our current problems with men and relationships. "My boyfriend gave me crap for cheating on him... when he cheated on me before??" JFI. "My boyfriend dumped me for his best friend that was 'only just a friend' before i moved to college." JFI. "My boyfriend lied during our entire relationship and the ENTIRE time he was with me [and sleeping with me] he was thinking of SOMEONE ELSE." JFI!!

So after that dinner conversation I had made a decision to incorporate this JFI attitude into my life. I'm young and life is short. There is absolutely no time for moping and stressing over terminal and immature relationships. So, if I meet a hot guy at a party and he's not Mr. Right, but Mr. Right Now... then JFI. Just. Fuck. It.

Okay, and so two weeks max after I have this sexually liberating epiphany... I meet Wesley.

We met online. I know, it's embarassing and taboo. But hey, I can't complain. We actually met on TheFacebook. Now I'm sure all of the ladies out there in the World Wide Web have received majorly sketch comments from sketchy guys. Something along the lines of "Hey baby. You look hot in that pic. I wanna do you." And you usually just roll your eyes and *click click* delete.

But Wes was different. He just seemed real cool. We started out leaving messages on Facebook. Then talking every now and then online. Then talking on the phone. Met a couple of times at Dream Nightclub. And *poOf!* before you know it we have been talking and seeing each other for about seven months. Yes, you heard me right. Seven months... and counting.

I'm sure you're wondering, "Emily, what happened to the 'carpe diem' - do- whatever- and- whomever- i- please attitude?"

This is how life works in mysterious ways. For some odd reason, the exact moment when I blatantly refuse to be in a relationship, God sends me a person who is exactly what I need at that moment. Wes is so chill, so fun to be around, and so sweet. He's not technically "my boyfriend" and even though that bothered me at first, I'm totally fine with it now. I know that I don't need labels to classify whatever it is that we have. I like being around him and he likes being around me. And right now that's all that matters.

So i guess, the main point of this ridiculously long and over-due entry is that I'm happy right now. And it's great because it's a simple kind of happiness, nothing too complex or emotional. It's just sweet and simple happiness. =)