You Go To My Head

In honor of Jazz Appreciation Month (which I just barely found out is in April), I am going to title all my posts after jazz songs. I love jazz.  I especially love old jazz from the classic folks - like Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday. I love singing along and I can't wait for the day when I have a lover to croon to as we "dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light" or something romantic like that.

Yeah, nothing is happening in the romance department. NOTHING. I am so bored by it. I need to be held and kissed. And preferably by The Perfect Specimen........but really. I just know that he would be a great kisser, with those luscious lips of his...  And because he's so tall, I think that being hugged by him would be a great experience.

Oh, by the way, have I mentioned that I'm entranced by him? Like, undeniably attracted and entranced? I didn't want to be. I had no desire to be a part of his fan club. But as hard as I tried to keep him out of my head and out of my heart, I have found that The Perfect Specimen is a HUGE STEP UP from all of the other guys I have dated/been interested in. And that is a big contributing factor as to why I've fallen for him. He's gone to my head, so to speak (ike alcohol can go to someone's head and makes them drunk very quickly, he has gone to my head to make me lovestruck very quickly).

Everything that makes him a step up for me:

• He is straight
• He is attractive
• He is intelligent, especially in matters of psychology
• He is older than me
• He is strong in the gospel
• He is a worthy priesthood holder
• He has served a mission
• He is outgoing
• He is friendly
• He is confident
• He knows what he wants from life
• He is strong
• He is quirky
• He is funny
• He truly does have serious opinions on things
• He is a deep thinker, although he doesn't always show that side of himself
• He is ambitious

The list goes on for miles. I hate that I'm acting like this and getting so caught up in a guy all because he took me on ONE casual friend-date. Oh my gosh, I am a teenager drama queen.

This post's title came from this song:
You Go To My Head by Louis Armstrong with Oscar Peterson