First off, thank you, thank you, thank you! Ladies, you’ve come out in droves to help me by guest posting during this busy season of life.
First up – Brittany.
Friday, August 29, 2008
School started back up this week. And still no sign of my Prince Charming. Hmm. I didn’t even find a great guy to date over this summer like Sandy did in the movie “Grease.” I mean it would’ve been really fun to go to dinner dates, mini-golf, and go to see the fireworks on the Fourth of July with a guy. Instead, I went to see the fireworks with my parents. Real romantic, huh? Come to think of it, I really didn’t do much of anything this summer. Except, of course, work and take two college classes: Individual Speech and Composition II. Surprisingly, I survived my speech class. Ok, now back to my single life. Or, should I say my lack of love life? Either way I say it, I still don’t have a guy. Sigh. I guess I’d better get going now. I’ve got to get to my next class, Spanish I. Adios!
Monday, September 1, 2008
My best friend from high school, Nicole, called me on Saturday. I missed her call, though, because I was at work. So when I called her back, she had to tell me all about her new amazing boyfriend. She went on and on about him. Then the conversation turned to me.
“So, are you seeing anyone?” she asked me. She already knew what I’d say.
“No,” I simply replied. I don’t even know why she bothers asking me. Sometimes I think she just asks me that to rub it into my face. In school, she was always the beauty and I was the brain. I guess that’s how it still is now that we’re in college.
The thing about Nicole that most annoys me is when she mentions my lack of a boyfriend. “You need to get yourself a guy,” she always tells me. She makes it seem as though finding a guy is as easy as going to the store to find one. I can picture myself in a grocery store, looking for the perfect one. I then walk up to one of the workers and ask, “Can you tell me which aisle I can find the tall, dark, and handsome guys?”
“Aisle five on the right side, next to the chocolate.”
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I was on a website this past week that had a quote that read: “God is writing my love story. But sometimes I think he has writer’s block.” How true. That seems to relate to me! I do believe that God really does have someone picked out for me. But my problem is mostly the waiting part. I’d have to admit that I’m really not a patient person.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I don’t even know where to begin. Lately, I’ve noticed that Blake has been talking to me a lot. He’s also a cashier at the local grocery store where we both work. I just figured he talked to me all the time because I’ve known him pretty much all my life since we’ve also gone to the same church since we were little. However, I may have been wrong.
Just the other day, he came through my line and bought a pop and some plain M&M’s. While he was talking to me and paying for his stuff, Austin, another guy who works with us, came over and began to talk. “Are you two going out or something?” he asked, looking at both of us.
That was probably the most awkward silence ever. I glanced over to Blake, but he didn’t say or do anything. So I said no. Then, after Blake left, I asked Austin why he thought Blake and I were going out. He said that he always sees Blake and me together talking. And that Blake was definitely my type. (Whatever that meant.)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
So every Tuesday, as usual, the schedule for the next week was posted for the following week. I hadn’t made it to the break room yet to check the schedule to make sure I’d have Thanksgiving Day off, since I had asked for it off about a month ago. Blake came up to me and said that he thought I had to work from 3-7 on Thanksgiving. I was really upset when he mentioned that, since I had specifically asked for it off so long ago. But then I got to thinking. How did Blake know that? Was he looking at the schedule posted on the wall to see what I’d be working, and if we’d be working together?
So the entire time that I was working, I was frustrated and upset that I’d have to work that day. I think Blake could tell I was upset, so he tried to cheer me up, but it didn’t really work. Then he tried to change the subject, talking about music. I learned that he listens to pretty much the same music as me.
Then out of nowhere, Blake said, “You know you’re really boring.”
“You think I’m boring? I’m at work, how am I supposed to be exciting?” I asked.
“Well, we should hang out sometime together,” he replied. Wow, if that was his way of asking me out, it sure wasn’t very good. He started by calling me boring and then asked me to hang out with him. Why would he want to hang out with a “boring” person like me?
Once I got off of work, I headed straight to the break room to check my schedule. I couldn’t work on Thanksgiving. We always went to my Aunt Judy’s house for Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to spend my Thanksgiving at work, ringing up random food items like sweet potatoes and French fried onion toppers that people had forgotten for their casseroles. Fortunately, Blake was wrong about my scheduled time to work. I’m actually only working on Tuesday and Saturday. What a relief!
On my way out of the store, I didn’t see Blake to tell him bye. So I continued out the door when I heard him say, “Hey, are you just gonna walk off without me? I didn’t take a break just so I could get off at the same time as you.”
“I suppose I’ll wait for you,” I teased back.
“Ya know what’s a highway crime?” he asked me as we walked to our vehicles. I noticed he parked his Chevy truck right next to my little car.
“What?” I asked, not knowing where he was going with this.
“That I don’t have your number.” I gave him my number and then he called my cell so that I’d have his number. “Well, I guess I’ll see you on Saturday then, when we work together again.”
“Ok, see you later,” I said. I got into my car and started it up. He waited for me to drive ahead before he drove off. What a gentleman.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
It’s been just a couple of weeks since Blake spoke to me about us “hanging out” sometime. I had thought that meant that he was asking me out. But apparently I misunderstood him.
“Guess what,” he said.
“I went to a movie last night.”
“Cool. Which one? Did you go with anyone?”
“Yeah, I went with Sarah. It was a date.” That last sentence really threw me off. A date? Huh? He continued talking about the movie, but I really wasn’t paying attention. In fact, I don’t even remember what movie he told me that they saw. That last sentence kept replaying through my mind. I thought he was interested in me. I was wrong. And here I am, still single.
Friday, December 12, 2008
No tengo un novio. (I don’t have a boyfriend) That sentence is one of the few things that I can be sure to remember from my Spanish class. During our classroom time, the professor had us get into groups to speak in Spanish with each other. Since the curriculum used for the class was for college-aged students, many of the questions to discuss in Spanish related to dating, presuming that everyone had a boyfriend or girlfriend.
“No tengo un novio,” I always responded. One of the questions was about whether I received love letters on Valentine’s Day. I responded by saying no, and then my all-too familiar Spanish sentence. The only good thing about not having a boyfriend was the fact that in Spanish class, all I had to say was “No tengo un novio” when a question was asked of me. I didn’t have to respond to all of the questions of what my boyfriend’s favorite color was, his favorite food, and his description. I simply said “No tengo un novio.”
Saturday, February 14, 2009
It’s Valentine’s Day. Blah. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those crazies who throw the Single Awareness Day parties. But I do find this day as a good excuse to buy myself those really expensive chocolates. Then tomorrow, they will be like 75% off. There are perks to working at a grocery store, you know.
Obviously, I don’t ever receive flowers on this day. I used to in elementary and junior high. But those were always from my parents. Trust me, though, I definitely do like flowers. The other day, I was just glancing at a flower display at one of the local flower shops. This particular one had two red roses, two pink carnations and baby’s breath. The vase was the best part, though. It was a simple clear vase with a teddy bear wrapped around it, so it looked as though it was hugging it. I actually thought about buying it for myself, but that would be lame. Plus, I didn’t want to spend $35.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I survived another Valentine’s Day by myself again. Now there’s only 364 days left until the next Valentine’s Day. Which leads me to another related topic. Actually, it may not seem very related, but by the way my brain works, it is connected.
Nuns. Don’t laugh. I was actually watching “The Sound of Music” last night by myself, on Valentine’s Day. I’m not really sure why it’d be on TV on Valentine’s Day, but that’s not the point. The fact is I’ve been thinking about what it takes to be a nun. I mean, really, with the way I’m going, there’s no potential guy in sight at all. So I might as well give up my ambitions to be a teacher and just become a nun. It would definitely save me mucho dinero. I wouldn’t have to spend all this time and money on becoming a teacher, when I could simply go the nun route.
So, I started doing some research. I went on Wikipedia, which I know, I know, isn’t always reliable, but I’m just trying to get the basic understanding first. To begin with, I’d enter a convent and go through about six to twelve months of testing the nun life. If they and I both agree that this if what I am to be, then it’s settled. I would go on living as a nun unofficially for one or two years. Then, would come my temporary vows, which last one to three years, which then finally leads up to a permanent vow.
Sounds simple enough. I mean, after watching those nuns sing on “The Sound of Music,” I was thinking I like to sing, too. I’m not in any choir or anything, but I do enjoy singing in my car while driving. The website also mentioned that nuns must be willing to serve the needy, sick, poor, and uneducated. I don’t have a problem with that, either.
However, I do have a problem with the nun wardrobe. I mean I do like black and white clothing. But that particular style just isn’t me. I’m more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.
My biggest problem, though, is I’m not even Catholic. I don’t plan on converting. So, becoming a nun is really out of the question. I guess all I really can say is that my Prince Charming better get on his white horse quick, because this girl is getting impatient!