September 26, 2008
September was supposed to be my time for downtime. It has been quite the opposite, and the crazy business has made it fly faster than it ought to. Here’s the quick and dirty:
I moved in with 3 boys
There is no gas in metro Atlanta
My friends are getting laid off
I’ve been working 12 hour days to accomplish a deadline because we are understaffed
I have been dating ALOT to keep my mind off Brandon. I have been dating ALOT to keep myself unattached, because girls need to juggle at least 3 men to keep them too busy to develop attachments to any single one.
I had to tell a very nice boy that I had no sparks for him. He had fantastic conversation, incredible politeness, and a great sense of humor. We even kissed just to make sure, and still no sparks.
I can’t find a suitable date for any of the 4 weddings I have to attend this year.
I rode the furbus during a bachelorette party and had a great time. I attempted to snag a date for my friend’s wedding, met 2 very cute boys. One of which gave me a fake phone number. Sad. The other talked too much about his ex-girlfriends and how he’s not looking for anything serious. Too bad that I am… stupid biological clock.
Despite my rational reasonings, I continue to imagine that happiness comes delivered in a Range Rover. Perhaps its my 2008 version of the knight in shining armor who rides in on a white horse. Aside from it being a beautiful car, it always makes me think of the dream where I’m picking up my kids from school, opening the backseat doors of the Range Rover as 2 happy kids come running towards me.