since it's been awhile i'm just going to jump right in. still no job, although i am working on it i swear. and if i hear any more unemployed jokes shot in my direction, i will lose it and go on a screaming rampage. so that's a little frustrating.
i had a little situation with a Hometown boy for a while. like all things in my life it didn't end up working out. we come from completely different types of lifestyles, and even though we tried, it would have never clicked. that sounds a lot better than the fact that he also had the dubious quality of being shorter than me. i am only 5'5. and i know i'm shallow but it was a big thing i couldn't get past. i'd like to feel that if i was ever involved in an altercation that i would protected, not defending his ass and mine.
however, just when i despaired of any new opposite sex interaction at all, i got asked for my number at a local bar that i always go to. me. i got asked. for my number. twice. yeah bitches.
one boy, One Town Over, looks extremely promising. so promising that i'm terrified i will screw this up before it even gets off the ground. for one, i was attracted to him right off the bat, instead of growing to be attracted. two, he's funny. his quirky brand of humor compliments my own. three, he's smart. thank god for that. being able to have an intelligent conversation is half the battle. four, and now these are just bonuses, he can sing. like really sing. and play guitar. i hate sounding like a stupid groupie but..... OHMYGOD. and five, i think he drives a truck.
i mean really, where did this guy come from?
and to think that he was right over the bridge my entire life.
sometimes life's a kick in the ass.
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