Tornado Alley

My friends and I use a term called "boy tornado" to describe when a guy -- who you used to like (maybe even loved) but has disappeared from your life -- blows back into your life without warning...and touches down just long enough to cause a couple days damage to your ability to concentrate on anything meaningful. Just like a good summertime Kansas tornado...except your feelings and old memories are torn to pieces, not trailer parks. Boy tornadoes can look like an email he sends you after 10 months of silence, a drunken voicemail message he leaves you from a friend's party about 2 months after dumping you, or even bumping into him on the street and him finishing the conversation with, "We should grab a drink to catch up sometime"...all events sending you into an irrational tailspin of emotions and dumb inner monologues like, "What does he mean? I bet he misses me. No he doesn't. Oh man he's a bastard. I bet he hooked up with HER. But he IS really cute..."

Well apparently the batteries in my emotional tornado sirens have gone dead because I just got hit with not one, but THREE boy tornadoes in the last week. The weather report is as follows:

Tornado #1: I fetch the mail to find a package addressed to me. It's a book about religion from...my crush in Seattle. Fantastic -- especially after the Christmas email and the fact that I thought he was kidding about getting me a gift.

Tornado #2: I'm out with EP and his friends for the first time...trivia at a local tavern. I check the time on my phone to find a "sorry this is 2 days late" Happy New Year's text message from the Seattle crush. Grrrrr.

Tornado #3: I'm playing on email at work because I'm feeling daydreamy* and receive a message from the ex-boyfriend asking me if I'm attending church this weekend because he has a small Christmas gift for me. DOH.

*Things with EP have picked up quite a bit. He is SO great -- smart, handsome, physically active, and has this insanely funny sense of humor in which he has absolutely no shame in doing or saying the goofiest things. And he's a great smoocher. Just thinking of him makes me smile.

That being said, I don't think my emotions need to be declared a state of emergency.