I’m Cordy (short for Cordelia – and yes – my mother is a cruel, cruel woman). I have a huge crush on my best friend, and it’s completely hopeless. Any romance between us exists entirely in my head, UNFORTUNATELY. This blog is part of a very feeble attempt to make sure that THIS IS THE YEAR that I finally get over my crush on him and get on with my life. Because honestly? Unrequited love is for suckers.
This blog is mostly just about me wallowing in my feelings. It’s the only place I can really talk about it, since I like to try to hide the truth of my completely idiotic, neverending crush-that-will-not-die from my real life friends whenever possible. (My friends are sick of hearing about it – they wanted me to move on approximately 700 years ago, but I just couldn’t do it. My friend Hannah bought me that book, “He’s just not that into you,” and I was like, Hannah, he’s not into me at all, I’m not delusional.)
I do think about other things, and have other thoughts, and even non-guy related goals and an actual job and an IQ, but here on my blog it’s pretty much all romantic drama, all the time. Sometimes I just have to talk about all of the stupid little things that happen that make me think there might be hope, even though logically I know there’s no hope. I know it. I know it.
That’s my story. This is my crush. Comments are always going to be closed, because I know everyone will want to say. “Come on, snap out of it, move on, get a life, stop worrying about what he thinks.” And I know that. I already know I should.
Believe me, I know.
But here on the blog I’m going to write the truth of it, the totality of all of my totally pathetic, hopeless feelings. If you promise not to judge me too harshly for failing to have a backbone, feel free to follow along.