Stream of Consciousness: BOLD!

I was inspired my Marta's latest post about stream of consciousness writing.

I kind of can’t believe I did it. I also can’t stop with this boldness. It’s the new me!

I met a cute boy last weekend. I couldn’t stop looking at him, watching him in my peripheral. I even snuck (though it didn’t look too sneaky) a photo of him. Later that night I facebook stalked him (friend of a friend of a friend, you know). Yes, I’m a stalker, and a damn good one at that. I didn’t want that day’s meeting to be the last contact. After 3 days of deliberating and building up courage I decided to send him a message via facebook. I didn’t bother mentioning how I found him. He’s a guy. He probably won’t even wonder.

Once I made the decision to be uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold I acted. In fact I didn’t even spend time thinking about it because I knew I could talk myself out of it. I just did it. Bold and brazen. I emailed him, told him I’m up for getting together and left the rest to fate. We’ll see what fate does with it.

It felt good to be bold. So good in fact that I decided to be bold with 4 other boys- one I recently went on one date with, one I’d like to go on a date with, one from the past and one with whom I’ve never managed to get out of the ‘friendzone’.

I made a decision about an hour before I sent that first email. I am going to go after what I want. I’m going to make things happen in my life. When you look at all the really lucky people in the world there is one common trait. These are people who are not afraid to be bold and take risks. The risks don’t always pay off but sometimes they do. And those are great pay offs.

Of course, there is the likelihood that I’ll be rejected by some or all of these boys. And that’s ok because at least I’ll know. And once I know I’ll be able to close the door of wondering and move on, move forward.

How will YOU be uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold?

And just for funzies, here's a picture of my friends that i happen to fancy (the picture, not the friends, you know).

Finally found what I'm looking for... in a relationship.

*more photos coming soon

As you noticed (or not) I’ve been away for a while. Much of this is due to the fact that I am now in a serious relationship … with these two:

The Black Widow & The Other One

OK, OK sorry. I always hate when people try and trick you into thinking they’re datable/marryable. Lest you worry, I’m still here. Your singleton friend, ever faithful, ever true. Ever undatable, ever unmarryable (apparently).

But, I am happy. I’m always happy (except when I’m not, but I digress). The point here is to tell you about my lovers, er… girlfriends, er… friends. Don’t get the wrong idea about me. I’m all about the men. (Hey Balls*, have I ever told you how much I LOVE MEN?) But a girl needs her girls and let me tell you… I got awesome girls!

Every Tuesday night has turned into DATE NIGHT with The Black Widow (the erstwhile Consumer) and The Other One. Our relationship started out strong- a weekend trip to UT which included egregious amounts of food (Hello JDawgs!), a dress-up/photo shoot and SingStar! (obviously…) Things went so well that we took family photos (I'll show you later). And, decided that we need to see each other on a weekly basis.

Tuesday 1 was food again… TC’s Rib Crib. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard. If you ever come visit me in Vegas I’m pretty sure we should eat here.

Tuesday 2 was the drive in movie. How long has it been since you’ve been to the drive in? I highly suggest going again. Soon. Seriously. So. Fun. True to form we had food and lots of it. What food? KFC! We’ve been on a KFC bender ever since because damn, that was good. Oh, and we had candy. Lots of it. What can I say… We like food!

Tuesday 3 was a failure as I was out of the country (ie. I was in Utah) and had to miss out. It’s true what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder.

Tonight is Tuesday 4 and thus marks our one month anniversary and subsequently my longest serious relationship to date (kidding… kind of). We’re going to go see it snow in Las Vegas. “But it doesn’t snow in Las Vegas!” I hear you thinking. I know. It doesn’t. But keep in mind that everything about Las Vegas is artificial (and yes, the breasts are very much included in that statement) so naturally we’d have artificial snow. You know what’s NOT artificial about Las Vegas? The cold and the wind. BRR!

Now would be the appropriate time to congratulate me on finally finding a fulfilling, serious relationship.

*This is not nearly as dirty as it sounds. Balls is a person.

Linkup Breakup

I need to break up with LDSLinkup.

It's gone on too long. As with any good disfunctional relationship I've put off having "the talk" for too long. I won't be delivering the "It's not you. It's me" speech because it's not me. Linkup... it's you.

Frankly, I'm bored and saddened by it. You know how every singles ward in the church pretty much looks and feels the same? Well that's how linkup is. It's the same stereotypical crowd. And even though I love me a good stereotype, logging on has become as depressing as attending a singles ward. Blah.

The real kicker came today as I was reading a young man's profile. It was pretty typical all around, especially the "Who I'd Like to Meet" field- cute, funny, blonde, anorexic, big boobs (OK, so that might not have been exactly what he wrote but I'm pretty sure that's what he meant). His last sentance read "Oh, and a strong testimony wouldn't hurt."

Here it is. I'm not saying that looking for someone with a testimony is wrong. Quite the contrary in fact. When "strong testimony" is listed almost as an afterthought and, more than anything, as the "cherry on top" I seriously weep for our religion. When I see testimony listed as an added bonus and not a "must have" I can see why the adversary's attack on the family is frighteningly as successful as it is.

PS- When I get emails from guys that are signed "hugz" I throw up in my mouth a little bit.

oh crap

i just made a deal with my boss that i'd come to our company christmas party only on the condition that my (2) 22 year old coworkers- who i lovingly encourage (read: nag) to date every weekend- bring dates. catch is... i have to bring a date too. oh crap. only one month to find a suitable date. i hate christmas work parties. they ruin the whole holiday.