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Monday, May 14, 2007

My Lips Are Sealed

There comes a time in a blogger's life when they're faced with the fact that not everyone they meet enjoys having the details of their personal life broadcasted for all to read over the internet. You may be wondering what that's all about. Well, it seems that not everyone is as shamelessly self-promotional as us, and some people actually prefer to keep their private lives private. Since I don't have to be entirely tight-lipped, here's what I *can* tell you. I was set up. My married friends set me up. Of course, cynical cynical me entered the situation assuming our little double date would qualify as a success mostly if I completely didn't revile the other person, could manage to not fall down the scary steep steps at RFK, and I could reflect upon the evening without any deep regrets.

Check, check (sticking to Converse and not wearing platforms or heals aided the realization of this particular goal), and check.

As a jaded single person, it's easy to assume occasions like that aren't going reap significant results. In fact, it's easier than getting your hopes up like a total chump only to have them rained on. On Saturday it did rain, but the drops illuminated by the lights at RFK against a breathtaking purple-black sky were achingly gorgeous. Until they started to soak our section and we were forced to move up a several rows, but I digress. Otherwise, it might as well have been sunny and bright.

We were driven away from the game to a friend's birthday party. Several rounds of bourbon and cokes, combined with the effects of giddily-attempting to play it cool in front of everyone else yet failing miserably, reduced us to a pair of teenagers. Giggling and hand-holding ensued. I know, I have officially become *that girl*. Feel free to mock me. I totally deserve it.

Do you remember what I said about just wanting the universe to send me a cultured, literate, sarcastic man with a good job? Well, it finally listened. It even made up for past disappointments by giving me one who is lanky, tall and dark-haired to boot.

Thank you, universe. At the very least, you made this blogger's Monday a little more bearable, as I flit about my day giggling at my email account and girlishly wondering what's next.



Blogger mysterygirl! said...

This is so exciting! Enjoy whatever comes next. :)

9:00 PM  
Blogger Ryane said...

Yes, I agree w/mysterygirl!--This is the part of the newness that is soo, soo delightful. Enjoy! And if he has a brother, send his karma my way...;-)

12:32 PM  
Blogger Shannon said...

You like the early, giggly phase? I find it nerve-wracking.

So, the guy, the married couple...anyone I know?

2:25 PM  
Blogger Hey Pretty said...

MG & R-will do.

Shannon--I find it nerve-wracking as well. But then, I am a glutton for punishment. As for the culrpits, nope--my *other* married friends.

2:30 PM  
Blogger Shannon said...

Shoot, just lost a nickel bet!

Dating is incredibly anxiety-provoking, isn't it? For me, it's not the does-he-like-me-or-not thing, because I figure a guy who doesn't dig me suffers from poor taste. It's that in-between states are inherently stressful.

Also, FYI, I've added you to my link list.

2:43 PM  
Blogger honeykbee said...

Ah, the bubbly beginning. Enjoy it =) And do keep us posted ...as much as feasible.

1:00 AM  

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