So, this is my life.
And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Friday, September 9, 2011
if i had a dollar for every time i've been searching for a contact in my phone and have noticed a name that rings absolutely no bells...
it's always a male first name. never a last name. that would jog some memory. probably.
there's usually not a descriptor, because that also would help my memory. i've recently used a few descriptors in my address book. you know what i mean by a descriptor, right? i've been chatting with some Indian kid named Sam but haven't met him or Facebooked him yet, so he's obviously in my phone as Sam Indian.
i need to just save boys in my phone according to how we met, or where our one and only date occurred. John Irish Pub. why don't i do this every time?
oh, i know why. because at the time when i'm first talking to a new guy, i assume that our courtship will go so magically and unprecedentedly well that within a short time, i'll not only know his last name, but will be making plans to add it to my own, after a sexy hyphen. because i'm a romantic. because i'm always looking for my future husband. because i'm an idiot.
and i have absolutely no idea who Caleb is.