This is why I don't ask out boys!

So I've had a crush on this boy, we'll call him "Mick", for probably about a year now. Sometimes I'm sure that I catch him looking at me. Sometimes other people tell me they've caught him checking me out. I know him from work, but I rarely see him because he works somewhere else full-time and only fills in extra hours for us. We talk sometimes, but I think he's a little bit shy. So to overcome his shyness, the last couple months I've been practicing conversations in my head in which I casually invite him to do something with me and after he accepts, he falls madly in love with me and I finally get to run my hands over that Izod sweater that clings to his lean but muscular frame and then I....Ok, you get the idea without the rest of my fantasy playing out. Maybe I need to rename my blog to "Usually The Good Girl".....

Now mind you, I've never asked a guy out in my life. I was brought up to believe that pursuing is the man's job, bla bla bla. However, I've given up rules lately. I don't believe in having a "type" or at least I'm not limiting myself to one type. I also gave up on rules like no kissing on the first date because I break it half the time anyway. When your rules have left you single still, it's time to get rid of the rules because they're obviously not working.

Back to my story now: Tonight, I did it. I said everything out loud. I casually inquired about his plans for the evening. He had none. Turns out neither did I. Everything was exactly as I had rehearsed it in my head. I even looked really good today with my outfit a good balance of sophisticated and sexy! I asked him if he would like to go get a drink after work and he happily agreed. We decided to meet at the doors an hour later when we should both be leaving. So I finished my duties and headed for the door, expecting that he would already be waiting. He wasn't, but no big deal I'll just wait a minute and I'm sure he'll be here. I waited until everyone had left the building and then felt very foolish and a little jilted that within an hour he had already forgotten our plans. We don't have each others phone numbers so we couldn't even call or text.
I drove home in a blur of road rage, and I decided that I would send Mick an innocent facebook message since that's really the only way I can contact him. I thought I'd keep it lighthearted and not let him see my crazy/angry side just yet. As I was logging on, my roommate came home and talked me out of messaging him since it was his boo boo and he should fix it. It sounded logical, except that it could be weeks before I see him again at work and I really didn't want to just sit and wait. After all, I've been a brazen woman today. I gave up sitting and waiting and took up standing and doing. Ok, maybe I didn't change the world. Maybe I don't even like being brazen, but I'm trying new things here.
Before I could decide if I'm still being brazen or if I'm back to being subdued, he messaged me on facebook! The good news: he was waiting for me but had waited in his car outside while watching the doors. Because I waited like a loser until the security guard told me I had to go, he didn't see me and figured I got tired of waiting for him and left. The bad news: I'm not sure he knew I intended this to be a date. Of course, he apologized and felt bad for missing me tonight, but then he suggested we make a better plan next time we close together (meaning he sees us as work friends and there's no hurry for us to spend time together) or he also suggested going with another friend of ours if she closes with us too (also indicates just being work friends).
So I think I've decided I'm not going to be brazen. I'm not going to stand and do. I'll just sit and wait. Or maybe boys are just slow no matter what you do. ....TO BE CONTINUED.

My nails are naked

I have been so tired lately from getting up before the crack of dawn that I haven't had the energy to blog. I'm also busy testing if my 15 hour makeup is still on at the end of my 14-16 hour day, eating dinner like an old person at 4:30 in the afternoon, and stalking the one single man who works in my school. It's not yet 11pm, but it's waaay past my bedtime. And I don't want to go to bed yet because just like when I was a kid, I don't want to go to bed if I haven't had my quota of fun for the day. Today I am meeting that quota by rebelliously staying up late, eating chocolate, and possibly painting my nails if I don't fall asleep first.

So while I'm still awake, here's what's on my mind: I'm sick of potholes. I feel that I may need to start wearing an extra bra when driving if we do not fill these holes soon. My "g" key doesn't type easily at all, and it's pissing me off--especially that I can't even write pissing without pounding that key! If chocolate were single and ready to mingle, I would set it up with hazelnut because they're a match made in heaven. Also, I would warn chocolate not to even think about hooking up with orange because no good can come from chocolate and orange together. My "9" key doesn't work much better than the "g" key. I don't need it nearly as often, but knowing that it sticks pisses me off too! A lot of things are pissing me off this week, and I think it's because I stopped taking the pill. I took it for emotional reasons, and I just wanted to take a break and re-evaluate if I still need it. Turns out I do because I get effing mad about nothing or cry myself to sleep without it.

I don't know what to wear tomorrow. My supervisor is coming to observe me teach, and I'm supposed to look smashing so that lone single guy can finally ask me out. Ok, now I'm sleepy. And I didn't even paint my nails...

Are you really Laughing? Out Loud??

Sometimes I read peoples web postings, text messages, or really any other typed communication and I wonder do they really laugh out loud each time they write "LOL"??? I mean sometimes things don't seem funny enough to really laugh at and typing lol just seems like a reflex. Like maybe we're pitying people's pathetic posts to the point where we're giving them pity lol's and they don't even know it. Now when I read LMAO, I really believe them. But LOL, I think it's just a nervous tick or a bad habit. It's the "How are you?" of the 2000's. Remember when most of us discovered that people weren't actually asking how you were to receive a response? It's just something we say, but we don't really care. With the lack of actual vocal communication these days, people are losing their communication skills and they might mistakenly think that they're really funny because they make people 'laugh out loud' all the time. My proposed solution is that we interact face to face with people more than we type or text to them. It sounds deceptively simple, but think of all the people that you haven't actually seen since high school or it's just been a while but you talk on facebook or some other social network. Now think if you actually called them up and made a date to go get coffee and converse face to face. I'm not saying that keeping up with people through the internet is a bad thing. In fact, there's a lot of people I don't feel the need to say more than a quick comment to except every 5 years. But I worry that we're losing the actual ability to converse and laugh face to face.

It is now very late and I'm falling asleep as I've been ranting about what is probably a very boring/illogical topic. I will discover which of the two it is if I read it when I am more awake... But for now I must bid you adieu!

Happy New Year! I'm Back!

My deepest apologies to my many millions of fans who have had to go so many days without an update from my keyboard....

So here's what's on my mind as of this new year...the Luke Wilson look-a-like whom I met at a liquor store in MN, the fact that there really are more viable single men in MN than NE, is it a good thing or a bad thing when we let boys think they're smarter than girls??, my first ever snow day from the teacher side of the podium, I think I like teaching because I like to be bossy, the gym is waaaay too crowded in January and the hardened piles of snow occupying a couple spaces is only adding to my irritation, does anyone really have a hard time believing it's not butter??

Well, I don't know about you, but I feel much better now that I've relieved my burden of those thoughts weighing so heavily on my mind... I'm too tired now, but perhaps during my snow day tomorrow I will express the rest of my Carrie-Bradshaw-like thoughts on letting boys think they're smarter than girls. For now though, I must be off to get my beauty sleep. These early morning school days are already wearing on me!