I just got back from the grocery store. I was standing in line to check out when my phone started ringing. I looked at it and saw it was Josh calling. I picked up and said, "Joshua Anderson, to what do I owe this pleasure?" He responded with, "I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look." My heart turned over and started thumping away as I scanned the store and saw him standing there just a few feet away. I nearly dropped the butter and eggs Aunt Lu had sent me to fetch.

I walked over to him and he wrapped me up in one of his amazing hugs. He flew in last night. He had wanted to come for Lauren's final dance on Wednesday but he couldn't get out of work so he managed to get home for the weekend.

And now here I am at home blogging about Josh once again. I fully expected to be recounting the details of a great evening out with Mark, and yet all I can think about are the 2 minutes I spent with Josh at the grocery store. I don't understand how he does this to me. I was finally getting my life together and then he waltzes in and I'm like putty in his hands. He smiles at me and his eyes sparkle and I'm a goner. And he looks so good...I guess a little more LA than I'm used to. His hair is a little longer and he wasn't clean shaven, but God he looked good. He shouldn't be allowed to look that good. It's not fair to his poor ex-girlfriend who can't get over him.

He was heading over to the swim club and it's taking all of my will-power not to run over there to see him again. I can't even fake a reason to be there. I just keep hoping that somehow I'll see him again before he heads back to California.