So I talked to the guy mentioned in the last journal, and he isn't interested in me anymore. This was Thursday. At first I was really upset, and felt like doing something reckless, like going on a shopping spree or driving fast with loud music and the windows down. Now I'm really okay with it. It was like a switch was flipped, and I realized there were other guys in the world besides my ex. Anyway, no one was around, so I texted my friend, Tom, who lives in Salt Lake. Tom was my boss from mid-August until mid-November, when he transferred to a different store. We've been friends forever, and I've liked him pretty much forever, too. But, he was my boss, and he was dating someone, so it really wasn't a possibility. I hadn't seen him in quite a while, and was actually thinking about him that morning, before work. So I texted him that night, saying we should hang out sometime and mentioned I was feeling reckless. It was risky, as I wasn't entirely sure he was single. It seemed liked he was, but his relationship status isn't listed on facebook. He sounded like he really did want to hang out, but he was DJing that night. So, we decided to hang out Friday night instead. He picked me up at 11PM, and he, his friend, and I ate at a pizza place in downtown SLC, then went to his place and talked and watched movies. We left his place at 6AM. Read into that whatever you want...*shifty eyes* That night/morning was...how shall I put it....Amazing? Refreshing? Long-wished-for? Or all of the above? So, anyway, we've been hanging out every so often since then. It's been great. I've had so much fun! I've gotten really sick of the Provo culture, and it's so nice to have someone who doesn't expect me to be a Provo girl. I've expanded my musical horizons a lot. It's pretty great. He's exactly what I've always wanted in a guy, but later convinced myself I didn't want, for some complicated reasons. But now I know I really don't want a Peter-Priesthood-good-Mormon-boy with a missionary haircut who dresses like he's afraid to try anything different. I need a worn-but-wiser guy, and one with good fashion sense. And it's sooooooo nice to actually share musical tastes to a significant extent! The last two romantic interests have not had that qualification. I love rock, especially punk and metal, and they liked soundtracks and 80's. Ugh. Tom is educating me, by giving me music that's right up my alley. Happy day! Anyway, I should probably sleep at some point. I have to work tomorrow......