Missing Delia

I have to admit that the degree of my infatuation has gone down dramatically over the last couple of weeks. I don't know if I should feel happy or sad about it: happy because now I can focus on my life, or sad, because life as it is is kinda sucky (i.e., work) and the infatuation was a great distraction.

Either way, I do miss Her Hotness, Delia Gallagher. How is it, you may ask, can anyone miss a person who was never really real for them? I don't really have a logical answer, but I do miss her. I miss the idea of Delia. I miss having that faint glimmer of hope that maybe someday I'd get to meet her. I miss anticipating whether she reads my blog or not. I miss wondering whether I've made her laugh with some of my most insane postings. I miss checking my email with a tiny hope against hope that she had emailed me.

I miss Googling her name and its many variations: "Delia Gallager", Delia Gallagher, (without the quotations marks) Dr. Delia Gallagher, "Delia Gallagher" Oxford... you get the idea. I miss scouring and recording every imaginable show on CNN where she might appear. I miss this tender, sweet, painful feeling that I got when I thought of her and how beautiful and smart she is and knew that all I wanted was to be in her presence.

I miss watching clips of her before I went to bed, counting how many times she answered each question with "Well..." and how many times she said "Uhm" in a sentence. I miss checking her thread at CNNFan.org every 5 minutes hoping that someone would post anything about her. I miss wondering whether a comment left in the blog was actually from Her Hotness... knowing the answer was "No" anyway.

So...how can I miss someone I never met? I really don't have a logical answer, I just do. So let me just say it again: I miss Delia...