Let me tell you a little something about me if you haven't figured it out by now. I'm a girly-girl. I can watch sports, but I can't play them. I may not understand what's going on, but I'll be fashionably correct for the occasion. That being said, this particular weekend that I'm about to talk about, I'm on about 2 hours of sleep for the last 48 hours, I've just broken up with my boyfriend for having a complete melt-down on me for what I consider to be no good reason. I never consider it ever a good reason to say, "FUCK YOU!" to someone you supposedly care about because once it's out there, you can't take it back. I'm sitting in my apartment after just finishing a really awesome man-training session of having my neighbor and his son help me carry my new wicker furniture up from my car to my balcony when I get a text from one of my best friends in my home town asking me to come to watch the game at a local bar with her and some friends. My girlfriend is just beautiful and impossible to say no to, so I drag my body and a change of clothes back down to the car and tell her I'm on my way. Seriously. I can't believe I'm going. It's been an unreal weekend. I'm still in shock over the boyfriend thing, but oddly enough, kinda numb. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. I get to my girlfriend's house. How can she look so pretty in a baseball hat and a t-shirt? Do you have friends that tell you how bad they look and you just want to shake them? We head over to the bar and get these bracelets that allow you to drink all you want and get shots every time there's a shot made from the three-point line. Hmmm, sounds like a great idea for someone who hasn't slept in a freakin' weekend, but my new tattoo is hurting pretty badly (yup, told you it was a packed weekend of crazy) and so my judgement is a bit...clouded. Sure, wrap that bad boy around my wrist. Whoop whoop, GO BULLS...Touchdown! The place starts to fill up and Bestie and I are having a ball, laughing and reminiscing about childhood antics when more friends arrive, boys come and go, stopping to say hi and check on us to see what they can do for us, shots are being done. I am not a drinker, by any stretch of the imagination...but when I do, I just love you. I looooove you. I want to tell you how great you are and I'm just lovey dovey. I'm laughing about it right now, because I think of how I am in my regular life...which is the same, so up that by, I dunno, 10. My flirting goes up and my staring gets more intense. I'm a dork, I tell ya. One guy in a cute little green bulls jersey said to me, "You are so pretty," and without hesitation I said, "Thank you, it's true." and he was stunned. Not common response for my hometown. One of the friends there I'd just met (but Bestie knew well) made me laugh constantly. He was such a fun person and such a goofball and I loved that he was so much like us. He was also friends with someone I've known for YEEEAARRSS who was supposed to come and meet us and had already called him a few times.
"Do you want to call him," M asked?
"Sure, give me your phone," I snagged his phone and went outside with it. On the way out I tripped over my own feet and quickly turned around. Whew, nobody saw...still look cool...awww yeah. I call J, but he doesn't answer...hmmm, I've got M's phone...(go to contacts: add contact: xxx/xxx-xxxx enter) I handed him back the phone. We've all now decided to go to a different bar and I'm pretty sure I have a face, but I can't feel it so well. J, the friend we were waiting for shows up, and M says to me, "Did you put your number in my phone?"
"Ummm, maybe?" I said with a smile. M helps me off my barstool as the rest of the gang starts to walk out of the bar. Next thing I know, I'm pinned up against the wall, hard, my hands are up by my shoulders, and he's planted a kiss on me that made my whole body say, "YIPPEEEEEE!!!!" I heard the entire bar roar, "WHOAA!" and I was in shock. M, however...took his moment...and was quite pleased with himself...as he should've been. Because I told him I don't kiss men I don't know and that led to... dinner the next night. Which was just as amazing. That's all you'll get out of me about him, my darlings. At least for now. As far as my Brags, Gratefuls, and Desires:
I Brag:
I am an amazingly strong woman who stands up for myself and know my worth
I am so fun.
I have fierce friends
I Am Grateful:
for playlists on my iPhone that keep my mind busy, my voice screaming, and my hands beating on the steering wheel so I stay awake
for strapless bras that don't touch my tattoo
for delicious stolen kisses that make me blush
I Desire:
sunshine and warmer weather
to sleep through the night and sleep soundly
an uninterrupted shower alone with hot water the whole time
a love letter
my song picks for today...that's a toughy. I'm feeling, "My Doorbell," by The White Stripes for this post. Funny, I'm not sure why. I'm just going to go with it. So enjoy my lovlies and dance your hearts out. I know I will. I'm sending love, love, love, R
