You know, it's not as if I'm waiting for Mr. Right. I think he stood me up--or maybe got lost along the way. I'm fine with Mr. Right Now. Except he seems to keep turning into Mr. Not Really, or Mr. I'm-Not-Really-Single, or Mr. We-Have-Nothing-In-Common, and lately, Mr. I'm-Not-Really-Sure. Honestly. I'm not asking for much. Am I? I just want to know what the hell is going on. I want to know if it's okay if I call you when I want to talk to you, without suddenly turning into Creepy Stalker Girl. I want to actually SEE you outside of places we both have to be at during certain hours of the day. I want to just spend time with you. But what I'm getting is you're just liking the fact that I'm liking you, and that's really all you wanted in the first place. Is it too much to ask for a definition? Or even, gods forbid, a label? What the hell am I to you? Because I am NOT cheap, I am NOT easy, and I AM NOT a notch on someone's belt. So if any of the above crossed your mind, you can just cross me off your list.