"I may never get over you"

There is this one song by Brooks and Dunn called "I may never get over you." It's really quite nice, and I've been listening to it over and over again for the last half hour clutching a small tiger that ToonMan won for me today. Let me back up for a minute and recap...

This evening was supposed to be a night out with our group of friends. It was going to be IT Girl, PinkPolish, ToonMan, Shewhomakesmencry, and HerStory (a good friend of mine from school). We were all going to head to Williams Pub (this nice coffee shop that also serves great desserts) and have a nice night out. Well, it turns out that IT Girl had some flooding problems in her house and she had to tend to that; PinkPolish needed to pack for her trip up north (however, she did call and text me to make sure I was alright...I'll get to that in a minute); ToonMan showed up late; Shewhomakesmencry had a confirmation to go to; and HerStory just didn't get the memo on time.

ToonMan and I were left to fend for ourselves. I ended up going to Williams half an hour early. We were all supposed to meet at 7:30, but ToonMan was late leaving work and said he'd be there for 8:00. I drove around aimlessly trying to kill time, ah yes, half an hour of my life that I will never get back, doing what? Nothing! Anyways, back to the story...I went back to Williams later on and waited in line. I ordered him some food because he hadn't eaten since lunch, and while I was waiting in line, there was a booth beside me where a girl and her boyfriend were finishing up their coffees. The girl was on her cell phone talking at a rapid pace - does she even breath or is she bionic? - and her boyfriend was sitting there restlessly looking for a way out. I sympathize with the guy. Ahh, well, being the sadistic person I am, I called PinkPolish and laughed about it.

ToonMan finally shows up at 8:15 and we just pick up where we left off the last time we got together. The conversation flowed really well, and he enjoyed his chicken caesar wrap. I told him that I had a surprise for him afterwards. He finished his wrap and milkshake and we headed over to this park where a carnival was taking place. It looked like a lot of fun, and I had seen it as I was driving around aimlessly. We walked in and I immediately noticed the carnies stalking their prey. A few of them shouted out, "Hey buddy, why don't you come over here and win your girlfriend a prize?" (I gushed at this while he looked awkward.) We stopped and he played a dart game. The best part is, he won me a tiger! It's so adorable! (I'll take a picture of it and post it later.)

After the carnival, we decided to take a walk around the park and we passed by the spot where we first met. We reminised a little bit, and then moved on.

It felt so nice, and so comfortable being with him...but he has a girlfriend. It's so hard being with him, because it's hard not being with him. Does that make any sense? So ever since I got home, I've been playing the Brooks and Dunn song, because it rings many truths. *sigh* I compare every man I ever meet with this guy. I know I shouldn't, but it has become such an automatic response. I'm oddly reminded of Meredith Grey from "Grey's Anatomy" and how she moves from guy to guy because she can't have the one she is really in love with.

What do I do now? Do I put him out of my head forever? Do I sever any connection I have with him and go cold turkey? Or do I simply stay friends because having a friendship with him is still something?