Why do I do this? I should be out with friends, drinking, partying, drugging? Maybe not the latter but here I am blogging my forlorn love. Dave. Ah Dave. The sheer thought of him makes my heart light and I am giddy...and annoying as a 14 year old.
Oh geez! sorry, I am Sparrow James Kirkpatrick and I am obsessed with a man that lives in California, CALIFORNIA!? Seriously, What is the point of meeting someone you connect with if he lives on the edge of the states...It might as well be Greece.
I met Dave on Instagram, I am 19. He was born in 1976, 8 years older and oh so sexy. I have always had a weird fascination with the name Dave, I don't know how it started, but I often seek out men named Dave, befriending them and such - so when I am bored I google, Facebook or Instagram random Dave's and add them. I added this particular Dave about 6 months ago to Instagram. My instagram name is "Blue Eyes Sparrow" His Instagram name is not important because if you are reading this you are likely to go tell him what an awful person I am.
Let me explain how I got into this mess...
One day I was looking up "Dave's" on Instagram and I stumbled upon this man,
He has this gorgeous smile, Totally straight teeth with somewhat beady eyes, but they are blue...I mean BLUE, piercing the soul to my very homely existance blue. He has sorta burnt brown hair, a fiery touch of red to it. Oh let's not forget his crinkles . You know those laugh lines around a man's eyes?
Actually, why are they so sexy and enduring on a man?
If a woman has crinkles she is "old"
Nevermind, back to my problem at hand. I have no one to let this out on except for my friend Patrick. I know he is sick of it so I am just spinning my wheels constantly to make little lies seem real and to take ungodly amounts of photos of a girl so he thinks it's me. He has asked for my facebook account several times and I always tell him I don't have one...I started a fake profile on Instagram, there I said it. outloud. It sounds bad, but I did it as a joke, bored and alone one Friday night while my 6 best friends got it on with random gross girls, Here is who I said I was...
That is not me, not in the least - I told him these were a couple of my Senior Photos and he bought it. Now I upload one photo a month of this poor girl so he doesn't think I am lying, I also spend HOURS searching photos for girls who look sorta like her and will pass for her when he "hearts" them on Instagram. God what a mess. What a total mess. When we first starting instagramming one another I had no idea he would call me and we would talk for hours and that he would "fall in love" as best as someone can when they know nothing of you...I would show you a picture of me but I am sure you would hit instagram to let him know and I can't risk it. I am obsessed with him. Though he hasn't called me tonight, I hope he does soon.
Oh what a wicked web we weave, right?
Stay tuned to see my life fall apart...I hope that is an exaggeration
until Next time,
Hopeless
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