Well I went shopping yesterday, got 3 tops from Old Navy and 2 bras. I really don't go bra shopping often enough, I think after pants shopping it's the one item I despise shopping for. You have to try on like 20 models before finding one that fits right.
I also bought myself my first Playgirl magazine. I was shopping with my mom, and got a giggly blush from her when she saw that I was actually buying it.
I looked at her grinning and said "Field research Mom, field research"
Yesterday I found myself in the midst of a real honest to goodness "girl's night in" at my neighbour's place. We were 5 girls all sitting around her table each with a Playgirl in hand (she brought out her secret stash of Playgirls), drinking, smoking. Two of the girls in the group (who I had just met) were talking about their boyfriends (whom they live with) and the joys of picking up socks and man farts, and how frustrating they can be. I confessed I *wished* I had those things to deal with, but alas I was single (subconscious message if they knew anyone they wanted to hook me up with).
I talked about this very subject yesterday with my mom while driving to the mall. How I was passed the stage where it might be cute/fun to have a boyfriend and how I think it's just downright STUPID that I'm still single. I'm not fussy, I know what kind of guy I want. I like to think I'm not bad looking, even maybe have a higher sex drive than the average girl due in part to my job (would this not be a bonus in the eyes of a guy?). I'm open, honest, and often am interested in a lot of the subjects guys are interested in. I have a nice *big* empty apartment, a good job & car (making me non-depending on the guy- is this a bad thing?) Ahh I don't know, I'm sick of people telling me "the right one will come along" and I'm starting to have evenings or times when I'm home alone where I actually admit to myself that I'm lonely.
The other night I was really feeling alone, but not in the mood to see my neighbours, I wanted the kind of company only your parents or a boyfriend could give you. Like, love and attention kind...I even started wondering what the difference was about living on my own in this big empty apartment, paying bills, cleaning and etc and living with my parents? It would cost less, sure I'd have less room, but I would never be alone...nah i'm just thinking with my fingers right now, pay no mind...i'm staying put, it's just nice to stop and re-analyze your life every so often.
I also bought myself my first Playgirl magazine. I was shopping with my mom, and got a giggly blush from her when she saw that I was actually buying it.
I looked at her grinning and said "Field research Mom, field research"
Yesterday I found myself in the midst of a real honest to goodness "girl's night in" at my neighbour's place. We were 5 girls all sitting around her table each with a Playgirl in hand (she brought out her secret stash of Playgirls), drinking, smoking. Two of the girls in the group (who I had just met) were talking about their boyfriends (whom they live with) and the joys of picking up socks and man farts, and how frustrating they can be. I confessed I *wished* I had those things to deal with, but alas I was single (subconscious message if they knew anyone they wanted to hook me up with).
I talked about this very subject yesterday with my mom while driving to the mall. How I was passed the stage where it might be cute/fun to have a boyfriend and how I think it's just downright STUPID that I'm still single. I'm not fussy, I know what kind of guy I want. I like to think I'm not bad looking, even maybe have a higher sex drive than the average girl due in part to my job (would this not be a bonus in the eyes of a guy?). I'm open, honest, and often am interested in a lot of the subjects guys are interested in. I have a nice *big* empty apartment, a good job & car (making me non-depending on the guy- is this a bad thing?) Ahh I don't know, I'm sick of people telling me "the right one will come along" and I'm starting to have evenings or times when I'm home alone where I actually admit to myself that I'm lonely.
The other night I was really feeling alone, but not in the mood to see my neighbours, I wanted the kind of company only your parents or a boyfriend could give you. Like, love and attention kind...I even started wondering what the difference was about living on my own in this big empty apartment, paying bills, cleaning and etc and living with my parents? It would cost less, sure I'd have less room, but I would never be alone...nah i'm just thinking with my fingers right now, pay no mind...i'm staying put, it's just nice to stop and re-analyze your life every so often.
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I'm unusually devoid of life lessons and reason right now - could be 4 hours of sleep and 2 22oz home made brews!!