once upon a time (like, 10 months ago), i was hanging out in a local coffee shop with my good friend.
she asked the dreamy blue-eyed boy next to me about his beverage.
he said something snarky.
i was intrigued.
four hours after talking non-stop and annoying everyone in the coffee shop (including my friend), he left with my phone number.
and now…
almost a year ago i stood by my bestie’s side as she become a mrs.
today, i’ll be standing at the finish line as she becomes a triathlete.
SO proud of her.
…next year: ???
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…
i was thinking today…about past relationships. and the whole contest thing. you know what i’m talking about: the ‘i’m so much happier without you and i’m in love and he’s so much better than you’ thing. it’s a contest. sure, we don’t admit it. or really talk about it…but it is. and if your ex-boyfriend gets married before you, then you lose. (yeah yeah, put aside all that marrying the right person crap. blah blah. i KNOW! clearly, i know. still single, remember?!) anyway, even less talked about is the whole race among girl friends. of course we all want our best pals to be happy. and blissfully so. but i won’t lie and say i didn’t relate to kim kardashian’s (self-indulgent) temper tantrum as her younger sister lived out her wedding dream. (albeit, khloe married a laker not a saint. tomato. tomatoh.)
wrong timing. wrong guy. wrong state. wrong ring. wrong, wrong, wrong. i know (without a doubt) that i’d rather be single than with the wrong guy. the fact is, i don’t believe in divorce and i’d rather spend eternity alone than with someone i’m not completely crazy about. but sometimes (read: very recently since turning 29), i wonder…why not me? why hasn’t it happened for me yet?
and then, i remember: i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be. sharing my thoughts in a very public diary and thus ensuring that it’ll be a long long time before it’s my time. and i’m okay with that. most of the time.
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