So, last week I was all mopey and pouty because I had gone on a blind date and hadn't heard from the guy for a week. I was thinking, "What could he have not liked? What went wrong?" But that all turned around last Friday night.
On Friday I went to a happy hour, and I seriously felt like it was my freshman fall at college all over again: I was the young, cute girl, and I had my pick of the litter when it came to the men at the bar. I was the queen bee, chatting with everyone and dancing with anyone I wanted. I like to say it's biology, but maybe I'm just being pathetic, but getting attention from the opposite sex can give you a high. Granted, I was pretty tipsy at the time, and I'm always giddy whenever I'm dancing, so maybe it was the combination of everything that got to my head. But seriously, I can't remember the last time I had that much fun or felt that good. I don't need a man to make me feel good about myself, but the attention from a guy (or lots of them!) is definitely good for the self-esteem.
And THEN on Sunday I was just walking down the street with a friend, and this guy stops me and says, "Hey, I thought you were really cute so I wanted to see if you'd like to get coffee sometime." WHAT?! Things like that only happen in movies. I wasn't even looking that cute (just jeans and a T-shirt, ponytail, very casual). I gave him my number, and as we were walking away, I turned to my friend and said, "And that's how it's done."
This post needs its own theme song. How about Nelly Furtado's "Maneater" ?
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