So on the weekend after my new short haircut, I made a spontaneous decision and reached for my own liquid courage and decided to return to my brunette hair. Despite the fact that I am a natural blonde, I love having dark hair. It is a great confidence booster, and my own personal studies have shown men flock to my chocolate tresses. I am sure that eventually I will tire of my luscious locks and return to my golden roots, but for right now I am loving it!
The girls in Book Club and I have decided to make a concerted effort to attend more ward functions this year. After a year of being a recluse, I figured it was time to escape the safety of my house. So with the new hair suitable backcombed, I attended FHE, and had a fantastic time! I had forgotten how fun FHE can be!
We didn’t do anything overly elaborate, but it was exciting to get to know new people in our ward, and welcome back old friends. And, if you can believe it, have a real life, face-to-face, conversation with the Internet Boyfriend! I know!
But after that, the night really took a turn for the worse. I got stood up.
I rushed home after FHE, and with my premeditated outfit, freshly curled hair and refreshed makeup; I waited for my date to arrive. And waited. And waited. After an hour of waiting, without so much of a phone call, text message, email, or carrier pigeon, the words of The Get Up Kids song ran through my head, “How long is too long when you're waiting by the phone?” He never showed up.
Now, warning bells should have been sounded when I received the invitation for the date. It was a little too enthusiastic, a few too many odd pet names used, but times and places seemed a little too loose.
I don’t know why I am so hurt today, or overly shocked. It seemed about par for the course for the oddness I have been participating.
But it does make a girl wonder, what happened? What did I do wrong?
I know I am going to run into him tonight, and am definitely not looking forward to it. I just hope I can spend the night deep in conversation with the Internet Boyfriend. (Yah, I really doubt that will happen too.)
Please God Speed! Please!
As Always,
2 comments:
Just so you know, it was really good I didn't get a ride with you or else I wouldn't have been able to see the Bishop. It was like 9pm when I left the church.
As for goof boy, well, you can always chat it up to way cuter and better guys tonight and heck if you get bored with that. I'll be there!
I'm not one to advocate violence but I have three big boys and a bigger husband that could come sort him out. Just name the place and time!
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