my favorite mistake

guess i'm still on a sheryl crow kick...

i sent a facebook message to the former fling this morning. hadn't heard a peep from him since our falling out at the end of june. i keep thinking of him lately. maybe because he told me that one of the olympic athletes he got to photograph for SI told him that he looks like michael phelps. and Lord knows you can't escape hearing "michael phelps" every where you go these days.

i'm a little anxious that i shouldn't have sent it to him, that if he wanted to have anything to do with me then he would find me. but then i just decided that i didn't care so much what he thought, so much as i wanted him to know that he was thought of. i hope he's well.

speaking of michael phelps, how weird would it be to know that the whole world is talking about you, analyzing you, criticizing you, reading lists of what you eat for breakfast, broadcasting video about your body measurements and muscle composition and your favorite color/music/ice cream flavor? what is it like for his girlfriend?? (i happened to read in PEOPLE that he is in a relationship with a girl who is keeping a low profile). how completely weird to know that all of a sudden thousands of people are drooling over your boyfriend's every syllable and shake of his perfectly toned pec?

weird. strange how watching this beautiful flying boy are enough to sate the longing for a real crush. very weird indeed. how strange to think of the fling every time i see him, even though they don't really look that much alike...