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engaging.

i went to an engagement party recently & for the first time in a long time i was struck by wonder at how perfect this particular couple is for each other. it’s rare to find someone you can tolerate on a regular basis, but seeing what these two share was beyond inspiring…i feel special and honored to be a part of their circle in this exciting time.

they are without a doubt, two of the most hilarious people i’ve ever been around. and they completely balance that out with their unwavering loyalty & completely solid foundation. it’s endearing.

i am positive they’ll keep each other on their toes & laughing throughout the years. and i’m thrilled that two special people have found an equally special partner.

i am well aware i’m getting waaaay ahead of myself, but i’m already completely obsessed with their unborn children.

a big heartfelt congrats to my lovely friend.

first things first though, convincing her it’s necessary to have me in a tutu pirouetting down the aisle at her wedding…

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once you open your door to one person, anyone can get in.

sometimes i like my horoscope. and i would argue that keeping an open door is among the most valuable of all treasures…

In the story of the Arabian Nights, a character magically opens the door to the treasure by uttering the words “Open Sesame.” You are now facing or will soon face a dilemma or puzzle that needs to be solved. As a determined Scorpio, you will of course try everything in your power to figure it out. You may even spend a lot of time thinking up a variety of creative solutions. But the solution will come down to one unusual, seemingly magical thing – something very simple that you will say. The secret will be in reading between the lines, and truly understanding a person in the midst of the riddle.

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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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don’t touch me there.

i’m a freak. i CANNOT stand it when people touch my face.

i think it is absolutely disgusting and i get completely creeped out.

my natural instinct is usually to slap the hand away…but sometimes that isn’t totally appropriate. sometimes, you’re mid-smooch with a new boy who you might not want to completely scare off by showing him your freakish tendencies. (at least not yet…)

obviously this has me thinking about kissing and boys…

which is sorta silly because i haven’t had anything more than a platonic or a family kiss in…

well, since the last time i did.

maybe that’s not so silly, maybe that’s the root of it?

who knows?

but onto the smooches.

kissing is a BIG thing for me. when i think about being interested in a guy, that’s one of the first things i imagine: smooching him. if the thought doesn’t sound as delicious to me as a peanut butter smoothie, then i cut him loose immediately.

kisses say a lot: how a guy kisses you, when a guy kisses you, where a guy kisses you, and where a guy’s hands are when he kisses…

if the first thing he does is shove his tongue down my throat, he’s not interested in me, he’s interested in what he hopes to do to me. next, please!

a guy that is interested in kissing you for the right reasons is going to take his cues from you (and likewise you should take your cues from him). i think the perfect smooch uses the tongue like an exclamation point. as an accent in the right areas. some paragraphs have more exclamation points than others. some have none at all, it depends on the kiss and the mood. as you can tell from my writing, it’s rare that you ever see “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” written on the page (though that can come through in my personality). therefore, smoochers styled like that aren’t my thing (the exclamation points should be implied, not forced down my throat, thankyouverymuch!). those kinds of kisses completely ruin it for me. it goes from a fun smooch session, to playing defense. defense isn’t meant to be a part of kissing.

which brings me back to my original point…hands on my face. i shouldn’t need to smack your hand away. so, DO NOT TOUCH MY FACE.

i admit…it’s sweet and romantic and can feel terribly intimate, but as a general rule – i HATE it.

though, i confess…
once upon a time, in a dream, i met a boy.
when he kissed me he touched my face.
surprisingly, i didn’t hate it.
my bestie told me to marry him.
obvi, that didn’t happen. (because. not real life)
but i guess that’s what i should be looking for now…
someone whose hands are not repulsive to my face?