Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I am 16 going on....

So, I'm your average mid-20 something single girl living in a city. I'm hip, I'm down, I often feel 17 years old. Every now and then, however, something happens to smack me in the face with exactly where I am in life. Like buying a brand new car all on my own. Or picking my own bed time. It's one in the same really. So, tonight, I went out for this thing - well - a date. And it was one of the first times I was on a date and I knew I was on a date, and the boy knew I was on a date. It's surprising how key all of these aspects are for having a good date.

and it was good.

here is how I was impressed:
* I was ten minutes early, and he was there waiting...
* in dress pants...
* and a button down shirt!
* he was impressed by the depth of my theories on both Osama bin Laden and Neuroscience.
* he had asked someone he worked with (who knows me) about me.
* he drank white wine.
* he made sure I hadn't had too much wine to drive home.
* he walked me back to my car when we were done.

and here is how I impressed him:
* three hours went by and I didn't vomit on my shoes (or his!)

but at the end of night I got home and did the girl thing. I looked in the mirror to try and figure out what embarrassing thing was happening with my outfit, or my hair, or my teeth, or my skin - anything that might have persuaded him to pay for dinner and leave. It was then that I realized...that stuff doesn't really matter anymore.

*smack* I'm not 17! but I'm starting to think that's a good thing. (good night mom!)

Sunday, May 28, 2006

art may imitate life, but life imitates tv

Last Sunday I went with a friend of mine to see Billy Joel's Moving Out. The show was great, fabulous even. After the show we were at the T stop waiting for our train and I was leafing through the program. I mean, I was in heaven, all the cute little dancers! The first guy in the program - one of the main characters, Eddie - was one of my favorites and of course his bio was adorable. "grew up milking cows in Idaho." This made me chuckle and I turned to read it out to my friend so I could gush about my little dancer crush. It was only then that I realized, out of all things totally bizarre, that this exact dancer was standing behind me in the T station, with his Moving Out jacket and a baggie of ice on his hand. seriously?! He got on the same train as us and got off a few stops later. I kept wanting to say something to him, but hadn't he just caught me reading his profile from the program I was still clutching in my hands?

somedays I do feel like Grace Adler.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

face your fears

"if you could have any dessert right now, what would it be?" I've discovered recently that there is nothing more frightening to me than endless possibility. I can't even answer a question about dessert, and trust me - I know dessert! So, now I'm blogging. Which is basically the epitome of endless possibility.