I’m not really a new year’s resolution kind of girl. There are changes I want to make for sure, but not in the realm of “this year I will….”. Last year I planned and made resolutions I knew I could keep, like buying more shoes and eating more chocolate, but that’s about as serious as it got.
There are fundamental things that I can do to be a better person, a better individual and a better member of society as a whole, but I don’t really need a special day to start doing those things.
On another note, as I was at the pool hall briefly on New Year’s Eve, I saw a hot guy with chops like Wolverine. I wanted to ask him if he wanted to come play pool with us so I walked over, stared like a fool until he turned to look at me. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, shuffled my boots heels and glanced away, then back at his face as he watched me expectantly.
“Uhh, Happy New Year,” I said and fled the scene.
When will I get over that impulse to flee? *sigh* Maybe I do need a resolution, a resolution to make eye contact and blurt out what is on my mind.
Nawww, I can see that working out just as poorly for some reason because my mind is never clear for the approach….
“Hi, I saw you from across the room and thought you were hot and I like your chops they’re sort of like Wolverine’s and wow you have gorgeous eyes and I was wondering if you want to come play pool with me and my brother who is my date tonight, but you know, not like my date cuz that would sound like we’re redneck hicks, and we’re not – I mean cuz we’re from Utah… Wow I’m just making it worse. So you wanna play some pool? Or do you just wanna go somewhere and talk and by “somewhere” I mean my bedroom…”
Somehow, after typing that – I think a dodgy “Happy New Year.” And a speedy escape was the better thing to do.
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