Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Hey guys! I’m sorry that it’s been so long…I’ve even super busy with family vacations, friends coming from California, and starting a new job…

My vacation was mostly good. I had a couple of breakdowns, but we all survived. My friend’s visit from Cali was awesome–we went to NYC one of the days, and it only strengthened my resolve to live there in the near future.

Starting this new job! It’s a million times less stressful than my old job at Dunkin, but it comes with it’s own new challenges. I’m a nanny to three boys, and the youngest is a nine year old. I do really enjoy it, and it’s easy money.

I’m really hoping that with this money, I’ll be able to save my money (which is a struggle for me) and go see a Broadway play this summer! I’ve never actually been to one, and it’s kind of my niche…

With this job, I’ll hopefully have time to write more. I have space between shifts that i can relax and write in. I’m considering writing a book. What do y’all think? Besides my drive, do you think i could do it?? Let me know in the comments.

I’m eating lunch right now. Panera for life, peeps. I am in love with their summer corn chowder..

So I’m gonna go.. I know this has been a huuuuuge hiatus. But I’ll be back much sooner this time. Fingers crossed it’s tomorrow.

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Meet Cute

Every morning I wake up and think to myself “is today the day?”

Is today the day that I’ll finally find someone?

It’s definitely something that consumes a lot of my thinking, although I don’t let it consume my life.

Have you ever heard of a “meet cute”?

A meet cute is whenever people meet under cute circumstances. Pretty self-explanatory, huh?

I’ve had a number of experiences that one could describe as a “meet cute”, but nothing has ever come from them. And every morning I hope to get something more.

As I go through life and see all the happy couples, I could certainly be consumed by jealousy. But I’m not. I learn from others. Their mistakes. And their good decisions, too.

I do yearn for children. And because I work with them, that yearning becomes stronger every day… but it’s okay. I can deal with babysitting being my calling for now.

Sorry this post was so short after such a long hiatus! I promise I’ll come back soon!

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How To: Approach a Girl

Because I easily run out of things to write about, I asked for advice on what to write about from a couple of my guy friends. One of them suggested writing about how to approach a girl.

Now, obviously this is only going to be from my perspective. I can’t tell you how the girls across town will feel. I can only explain how I feel.

First of all, let’s imagine a scenario. You’re a regular at a coffee shop, and you think that the barista is reaaally cute…

Okay that one sounds far too corny. Who goes to a coffee shop with cute baristas, anyways?

Instead, let’s pretend you’re at school and you go to lunch at 12:15 every day, and instead of going to the cafeteria for lunch, you bring lunch from home or get it out, or somehow have some kind of bag lunch type. You sit at the same table every day, studying for that same subject. By and by, you start to notice that hot chick at the table next to you… (In this scenario, yes, you are indeed a dude.) what do you do?

Now me, if that were a dude? I’d probably just sneak awkward glances for weeks and months, listening stalkishly for a friend to call them by their name, and then obsess over them, never actually doing anything. I’m a chicken.

But what if I were that girl? And you were the boy who sat at the other table, thinking you wanted to maybe get my number? Let’s think about the most likely ways you would be able to score that…

First of all, being funny is always a plus. Personally I’m highly attracted to funny guys, so a funny intro is always going to score you some points. You could get my attention in the first place by coming up with a cute/funny way to say high. Don’t be weird or overly intrusive. But saying hi isn’t all that hard. If she looks super into what she’s doing, another day is going to be your best bet. Headphones? RED FLAG, brother. Never, and I mean NEVER approach a girl who had headphones in unless you need to save her life. Seriously. That pisses us off so much. We have the headphones in for a reason.

This next thing is going to sound a little weird, but I really do like getting catcalled. Not in a sexual way. No one wants to hear that shouted in a public place. But when I walk by a group of guys in the mall and they whistle or they say “eyyy mami” or “how you doin'”, I actually feel good about myself. It boosts my self-confidence. (Oof, I’m so obviously not a feminist.) When cashiers at stores call me cute of beautiful, it makes me happy, especially when it’s done in a classy or comfortable way. Don’t be creepy is my number one advice.

But even nice compliments are not always well received, I’ll be honest. If a girl doesn’t like you, or thinks you’re weird/creepy/rude/ugly, etc, she won’t always be nice to you. There will always be a possibility of rejection, though. For both girls and guys. That will absolutely never change. Sometimes you just have to put yourself out there and hope for the best, regardless of the outcome.

Another things that I love are jokes. I love when a guy can make me laugh…and laugh and laugh and laugh… you get the point. Funny guys get all the ladies. But do they keep all the ladies? You need to have a serious side, too. You need to be able to make me laugh AND be the shoulder that I can cry on. Dad jokes AND dad bod.

So how do you approach a girl? Be yourself! Work up your courage and be funny and talk to her. If you guys hit of after a conversation or two, just ASK for her digits. Please don’t leave her hanging. And for god’s sake. Never let a girl hang around in your life wondering what role she plays. Never leave her wondering “am a just a friend? or am I more?” Be kind. Always.

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And I’m back! Tuesday afternoons are busy at my coffee shop. But guess who does indeed work? Oh yeah, you’ve guessed it. His floppy hair is as beautiful as ever.

I almost ran into him today. At least that would have given me an excuse to actually ave a conversation with him!

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s totally my fault. Here. let me clean that mac ‘n’ cheese off your shoe…”

Right. That’s a likely event.

Oh, The Other Hot Barista is also here! I overheard someone call him by his name the other day, but for the sake of his privacy, we’ll name him Bill. Bill has a beard and actually looks an age that could be equal or greater to my own.

There really are a ton of people here today! I’m beginning to like this place more and more. It’s one thing when you like some place, but it’s another thing when you like a place that’s popular. Then you know that you at least like something that’s high quality and good. (Or you’re on some kind of phase with the rest of the world and you’re a follower, not a leader.) The coffee is always excellent every day, and the customers always seem pleased. Plus there seems to be an abundance of attractive men who buy their coffee from this establishment. Always a pleasure, gentlemen.

So I still haven’t had anything to eat from here. The food looks pretty good, tbh. A little pricey, maybe. But no more than a Panera would charge. What I’ve gotten every time is a large Dark Roast, extra room for cream. (Except for the first time I came and the hot barista made me so tongue tied that I didn’t ask for extra room.) This is my fourth visit here. And I certainly plan on coming back for more.

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OCD—Obsessive Cute-Guy Disorder

Hey guys. Guess where I am? Staring at the attracting face of coffee shop cutie! *Cue applause*

The coffee is fantastic today, as it was the other day. There is a nun sitting in the café, with some friend in plain clothes. Fascinating. A group of old ladies gossip about their friends, and a fellow hipster on her computer sits near me, surfing the web. Does anyone suspect that I blog about them? Probably, since I keep eyeing them suspiciously. Sorry, folks. So there’s WiFi here, but it’s password protected and I don’t want to get up and ask about the password. The anxiety is kicking in again today… especially given the fact that I had my first day of work in a new environment!

Oh my goodness, it was so much fun. The kids were fantastic! I was trying so exceptionally hard to do a good job—pay attention to the kids, follow the rules that I learned on the online training, and be friendly with the staff, too. One of my coworkers mentioned afterwards that I did a great job especially with the older kids, as most workers tend to be impatient with them. I sat with them, listened to them, and played games with them…all while watching younger kids.

Another one of my coworkers is a young girl who used to attend my church with her family. She is probably four or five years younger than me, and her youngest sibling, who was a baby when I last saw the family, is eleven or twelve now. My, how time flies! It’s so strange seeing how kids grow up when you’re not looking!

You all understand how utterly hopeless it is for me to think that CSC (Coffee Shop Cutie) is single, into me, and straight, let alone all of the above. OOF, and I forgot about him being my age, too. Because I keep forgetting that I’m twenty-two. There is no way that he could possibly be all of those factors. He’s probably only even one of those factors. Straight. He doesn’t seem to be giving off a gay vibe. Although my gaydar isn’t exactly up to par.

There’s definitely an option of me just full-out asking him out, but I’m not really the type, as I’m sure you guys can tell from my “I can’t ask them for the WiFi password” or “I put headphones in so I wouldn’t have to socialize” posts… Maybe if I come here consistently and they learn my name and I become a beloved regular and we all become friends and unicorns are real and I can fly and magic is real and Jesus comes back before I die. We’ll see.

CSC looks like the type of guy that I could have debates on what kind of music is better. I could take him home to my parents and they would love him and we could watch movies and he would love baseball but not my dad’s team and it would only be a tiny issue because dad would love him so much. He would come to church with me and all my friends would be jealous of his manners and mannerisms and good looks. He probably sings off-key, but that’s okay because he can duet with my dad and they can both feel better about themselves. I can see long car rides in my convertible, wind through our hair, singing at the top of our lungs to some kind of punk. His dress style is probably pretty basic. Minimalistic, maybe, with a touch of grunge. (Thanks, Tim, for the wording that I forgot)

Okay, I get obsessed way too easily. I need to calm down. Think about something else. Like about how great this coffee is. And how cheap it is. Whoo.

Don’t forget to read my other post of today, too: “Feed the Sitter”.

(No WiFi connection meant that this was written a different day than it was posted… So here it is, a day late. It’s okay. I was at the coffee shop again today, too. Now, despite the horrible fact that CSC didn’t work today, I did come to the conclusion that the other male worker is also attractive. My friend Tim and I have come to yet another conclusion [so many conclusions!] that these two lovely baristas will be fighting over me whilst I sit around blogging. What a day!)

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Drive-by Flirting

Hey guys! It’s story time.

Okay so this one time I had some good friends over for a few days at the beginning of Christmas break. I had driven them to my house from school, and we got to hang for a bit before we went our separate ways. On the very last day that one of them was there, I drove her to the airport. It was a very long drive, through a busy city, and I had to make the long drive back alone. I wasn’t looking forward to that part.

I’m weird when I drive. I LOVE to people watch, and so I do it when I drive, too. I look for hot guys when I drive (weird, right?😂) and check to see who’s driving the really slow cars, etc.

And somehow this one guy and I locked eyes. He was SUPER hot. And I must have looked decent that day, because he smiles at me.. and we stayed pretty parallel in our two lanes. And then when I got a little too fast for him… he caught up, and then smiled at me again.

Guys, this went on for MILES. We stayed in parallel in the left and middle lane of the highway, sneaking glances at each other and smiling/laughing at each other the whole way…all the way to my exit. I signaled to the exit.. and he did too! It looked like he was going to go the opposite way… and then he swerved dangerously into my lane. Then I pulled into a parking lot, and he pulled in, too! I saw him, looking around for me! I must have parked in an out-of-the-way spot, because he couldn’t find me. After a couple minutes, my flirty stranger left the parking lot.

This was definitely one of the strangest yet coolest experiences of my life. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happened a number of years ago. I don’t get a lot of experiences like this, as guys don’t often flirt with me. It was fun, and boosted my confidence. It’s okay that nothing came of it, and who knows if that guy ever thinks of it. It was fun, and God knew I needed it.


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Feed the Sitter

Leave your kids at home. Fund a poor, $poor$ babysitter and help out movie goers, folks!

I was sitting in an adult movie, rated PG-13. The trailer had shown obvious adult-themed content, and the theater was packed. It was a Friday night, so of course it was busy. But this movie was NOT the movie to bring your kids to. It was not a live-action Disney, or a fun-filled comedy. This was a movie with adult comedy, sexual innuendos, and themes far above the intellect of these kiddos.

I was uncomfortable surrounded by so many young children, watching a movie that I KNEW had adult themes in it.

I was so glad that I was raised by parents who had the wisdom to not bring me and my siblings to movies that we beyond us. If we watched movies with adult themes, we watched them in the confines of our own home, where mom and dad could pause and confront any evil we needed to discuss. While that was certainly annoying at the time, I now watch any movie or show with a mental filter, which I am so grateful for.

Thanks, mom, for:

“Follow your heart!”

“The heart is deceitful above all things…”


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