Be careful what you wish for...

I have learned a valuable lesson this weekend and in order to not forget what I've learned I will write the full account here. The story unfolded on Saturday morning when I heard from a few of my other single friends that they might have done a little kissing recently. This made me think...Jessica, maybe it's time for you to drop a few of your ideas about relationships and just try to randomly make out with someone... so unlike a normal person I started to plot who I would enjoy randomly kissing which obviously would make it a bit less random and more like an attack. I have now come to terms with the fact that my personality wouldn't let me kiss a stranger even if I wanted to. Anyway, on to the moral of the story here. Saturday night a group of Mapletonish (Mapleton and surrounding area) friends of mine decided to hit up a bar in Castana. This would be a very small town in our school district. Most of the people who were along for this trip are people I am quite familiar with, except one...we'll call him Bill. Bill is an odd case in general because he's probably in his 40s and has children close to my age. Well, Bill was on the prowl for his next fling that evening. He and the other boys were scanning the possible victims and pointing out the front runners. I was sitting by Kayla and Erin minding my own business. Little did I know that soon to come were a few moments which I think have scarred me for life. I was sitting on a bar stool with my back to the bar when out of nowhere comes Bill. He pretty much lays on top of me like he's reaching for something, but really looking back I now know that he just felt the need to feel me up. Awesome. In this situation I didn't really know what to do so I just brushed it off and tried to move on. A while later Bill does the same thing only this time he leans his head really close to mine so that his mouth is even with my ear and he whispers (ickily) to me asking if I'd like a sloppy kiss and mentioning that he's looking for a little action. I said no to both ideas and squirmed myself out of his arms. I thought that the look of terror on my face might make him move on, but I didn't know he was a very persistent man. He went to talk to Erin for awhile, asking her questions about me and then after they finished her chat and I was sidetracked talking to someone else....BAM he's back on me and his lips are headed for mine. Thank goodness all of my reflexes haven't gone away because I moved my face in the nick of time!! He missed and then tried to inch his way across but didn't make it. Now at this point I feel like slapping him would have been an ok idea, but since he was friends with the other boys I was trying to be semi-nice. He later tried to tickle me and at this point I scooted away completely. A few minutes later grabbed Kayla's keys and ran for the door. My point here is that I should probably just wait for the right person to be kissing and not hoping to just kiss anyone because obviously just anyone isn't what I want!!! Darn these life lessons!

Barracuda

Moving on is a very hard thing to do. It doesn't matter what you are moving on from it will always be hard. I have a difficult time dealing with the fact that there are some things you just need to forget. At some point it is just time to delete the memory and completely decide that that phase of life is over. Although I realize this, I still have trouble. It's the deep down struggle with what you know you should do and what your heart still wants you to do instead. I'm not really sure how to deal with this inner issue. I can decide to just let it go and see how that works, but I'm guessing that plan will not work. The better plan is to eat some ice cream, feel crappy, and hope that I wake up tomorrow with a little bit of planned amnesia.

Damaged

Here I am a week into my 24th year of life and I guess so far it's pretty good. I spent my birthday with some fun people in Des Moines so that was excellent! The only issue thus far has been the breaking down of my body. I am pretty sure that I am starting to feel my oldness. Let's take for example the exact day I turned 24 and how during the actual hour I was born I injured myself. I will set up the scene for you: the week before my birthday (when I was still 23) I may have let out to the school children that I can jump over my own foot, which is an amazing talent. So that week I jumped over my feet quite a few times with NO problems. So on Sunday I decided to show off my skills, but I forgot that by this point I was truly 24. I jumped one foot...all is going well, but when I go for the other foot I happen to come down on my ankle and it just went out. Girl down. It wasn't exactly a fall it was more like a stumble but it was still very upsetting. I hope my 24th year brings a few more fun surprises but with a little less injury!

The single life

I need to go to bed, but before that happens I'd like to discuss my weekend. I spent most of it alone. Friday I went to see the movie Penelope with Kayla. She didn't really want to see it, but in the end we both liked it and it was a brilliant choice by me! I love being right. Saturday and Sunday were both spent alone. I think that's why I ended up feeling a bit kooky tonight! Alone-ness that would be the single life part of my title. Single people who live in smallish towns end up alone more I'd say because there aren't tons of people to call or a roommate to come home. I normally enjoy this and this weekend mostly did, but then I realized that I had had no human contact and that's just not safe when you're of the personality I am. Anyway...I decided today that I should get a start on writing a book because at this rate I will be alone forever. Jane Austen and Harper Lee never married (although Harper is still alive so she could), but it's more ok to be alone if you've done something spectacular which I have not. So I need to get on that. It's more likely that I'll write an excellent book than find a man at this point...

The absolute worst part of this weekend was daylight savings. I hate it. I woke up this morning at 10 and then realized it was daylight savings so it was really 11!! What is that about? Had I remembered this horrible time change I would have gotten up an hour earlier to extend my day, but no I forgot until it was too late. I was very upset that I would have less time to lounge and do nothing before attempting to do something so instead of starting my work earlier I decided to lay around for a few hours wasting more time. Not to worry I got everything done that I needed to, but the day just didn't start right.

Well, off to bed. I better take my magic pill to regulate my sleeping!! :)

Save the Date

In the last two weeks I received 3 save the date cards from friends who apparently are getting married. I suppose I understand that in order to have people attend the wedding they must save the date and what better way than a magnet with your picture or a nice little card. I personally feel that save the date cards have another meaning. I believe the less noticed message of these cards would be the "I have a man and you don't" message with a little "Another invitation reminding you of this to follow" I realize that people in general are not horrible enough to really send it for that reason, but why must you inform me twice about the same event? If we are really friends I will have heard it from you and then get the invitation. This whole save the date thing is just unnecessary. So if hypothetically someone accidentally gets stuck with me for life...you will not be receiving a save the date card. And if you do it will say on it: "I finally have a man and sorry for those of you who don't!"