TFLW 13

15 11 2010

Texts From Last Week edition #13 is going into abbreviation territory. What do you think? Does it look dumb? I realize that “TFLW” are not letters that can be easily read out loud. “Tifflew?” “Tuffliweh?” Yeah, not so great. But I figured I’d give it a shot. You know what else I’ll give a shot at? Bringing you last weeks texts. I know how you love them so.

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“Gah! I just saw a guy walking toward me who I swore was an ex of mine. He looked just like him and was walking in a place that I wouldn’t be surprised to see him. Thankfully this story has a boring ending: it wasn’t him.”

“I just got off a Metro train after staring at a man during the ride who looked very timid and with cautious and soft looks. When he lefty the train with me, his friend said, ‘Bye Sheldon!’ His name was Sheldon? What the perfect name for this man! He was exactly what a Sheldon would look like!”

“I feel like if I had a body meant for an athlete, I’d feel guilty if I wasn’t an athlete. Specifically if I were over six feet tall.”

“‘My daughter’s going to be turning four on her birthday.’ -some lady on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. When else would she turn four?!? Dumb.”

“‘It’s my favorite. My mom picked it out! We both like Spider Man.’ – Mites on Ice red team goalie about his goalie helmet decorated like Spider Man’s head.”

“‘Who is that? He looks like a Halloween costume!’ -me, about the New York Jets coach.”

“If you think about it, we are never told Snow White’s name. There is no way her real name is two adjectives. Pretty sure her first name is not Snow. That would be too weird.”

“The Spanish word for suitcase, equipaje, will forever be my favorite word in Spanish because I love the sound of it spoken.”

“So weird! There’s a family sitting near me and my friend at the Double T diner on route 40 in Baltimore and they were totally just on the same flight I took from Cleveland to BWI tonight. The diner isn’t even near the airport. Either they followed us or they also were craving some diner food. Strange…”





I’m An Independent

2 02 2010

So I have been thinking about my not so successful search for finding a boyfriend. Through my frustrations, I realized that this might have something to do with the fact that for some reason I seem to be anti-committal. I don’t know why I am like this, however. I looked at my family, and if my parents were divorced, maybe that would make sense. But my parents met in high school, and have been together ever since.  No, that wasn’t it. I tried to think about what events or situations in my life, made me feel this way. Why am I so “afraid” of a commitment?

I think it’s because I am such an independent and strong-willed person. This is fine, sure, but it’s like, I don’t know if I will ever find a guy to complement those characteristics of myself. Sometimes I wish I was very dependent on others like some people I know, but that is so not who I am. It makes the boyfriend search very frustrating, knowing that because of my strong personality, my individual quest is made all the more difficult.

With all this being said, who knows if there is a guy out there who can combat my tenacious personality. Most guys I meet, either have very humdrum personalties, at least when compared to mine. I just like to live life on the edge and take chances, and I want someone who feels the same way. Not to get all hopelessly romantic, but I always think that…