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mustard waffle fries, pound signs, and girl talk.

it doesn’t seem right that the english language only has one word for ‘love.’

i just spent 5 days including two 8+ hour road trips with my beautiful and hilarious best friend and no less than 30 minutes after being away from her, i already missed her.

when we pulled up at her place last night her husband said ‘i bet you’re so sick of each other’ and all i thought was ‘nope. i’d jump back in the car and do it all over again.’ and i would.

she’s the best.

and so was the weekend we just had.

everyone i’ve talked to complains about the drive from sd to sf…and yet i had a blast – both ways. even stuck in traffic: interpretive dancing, storytelling, almost knocking each other out, spy missions to visit another bestie at work, musical exploration, sharing pilot duties, entertaining other cars on the road, narrowly escaping phone/texting laws as a passenger (it was NOT a coincidence 😉 ), discussing the logistics of wetsuits and how airtight they are, ssschhinging along with our bessschht liisshppshh, saving $$ for lisshp shhurgery, not letting friends live on ramen, and making plansshh with musshtard sshhtan…

i’m sad that it’s over and yet so happy and grateful that my friends are so amazing.

love my friends. love my life.

love love.

…back to the grind with a happy heart.

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i’m old-fashioned.

i think people are often surprised to discover just how old-fashioned i am. it might be because i’m mouthy, outgoing, and a probably a little too sassy.

my friends recently pointed out that i would’ve been better off dating in the 1800s. that might be true.

i’m a sucker for love letters and flowers. in a pinch, i’ll take long emails and champagne truffles, but the former is preferred.

i don’t think it’s appropriate (or necessary) for girls to pursue boys.
i don’t like the thought of having to make the initial form of communication – i think a man should act as such.
if a guy gives me his card, i’ll either give it back to him or throw it away.

…even if i’m interested.

i know it seems extreme, but any guy that isn’t able to pursue me appropriately (MY version of appropriate) probably isn’t going to be able to deal with me long-term. so, it weeds out potential suitors that wouldn’t work out in the end anyway.

i don’t believe in playing hard to get. i am always real. and always honest. i just think that if a guy is truly interested, he’ll make that effort. and if he isn’t, someone else will be.

though my old-fashioned ideals have led me to a conundrum.

there’s a fine line between expressing interest and taking the reins (at least for an alpha like me).

as i explained to my pal yesterday: i think he’s just friendly.

i mean, i obviously want to express interest without pursuing. i’d like to let him know i’m receptive to him.

and his genitalia.

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inside of me.

i recently experienced a beautiful & ‘touching’ moment with my bestie that i felt compelled to share. because it was so uniquely us & yet upon further deliberation i realized that perhaps it would be perceived as slightly strange to others.

we were standing near each other & i kept inching closer to my dear sweet friend…who wasn’t moving away as i expected.

me: i keep moving closer to see how long it takes for you to feel uncomfortable & move away.

her: you could be inside me & i wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

that’s love.

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he’s using his little head.

i was talking to a friend last night about a girl that’s he’s sorta interested in. we were discussing the potential of a relationship with said girl…

him: a big part of me thinks, no it wouldn’t work out, but there is a little part that thinks, maybe it could?
me: yeah, i think i know what that ‘little’* part is.
him: (laughing) you’re a bitch!
me: i think i’m hilarious.

same friend. different convo about another girl. she’s interested. he’s just not that into her.

him: she gets off work at 6:00pm and calls me at 6:01pm. she leaves her mom’s house at 7:30pm and by 7:31pm my phone is ringing. i just don’t know what to do. she wants to hang out ALL THE TIME.
me: yes, you do. but it’s nice to have someone around who really likes you…when it’s convenient for you.
him: you’re absolutely right. it is nice.
me: cut her off.

*disclaimer: i don’t actually know about the specifics of his anatomy. the word ‘little’ is being used figuratively only. (but he’s got huge hands. and feet)