It's the first day of October and that means one thing-countdown to my birthday!! Yes, in a short 24 days I will turn the big 2-7. One year closer to 30. One year further from 21. I've found that the best way to cope with getting older is making sure you surround yourself with people older than you are. That way, whenever you complain about your age, they remind you that it could be worse, you could be as old as them!
At least the year has taken a bit of a more interesting turn, after not graduating from the Graduate program at USC and applying to 100+ jobs with no call backs. So, most of my days are spent around the house, doing laundry, cooking dinner. If I didn't know any better, or had a kid and/or husband, you'd think I was a housewife. Nope. I'm just one of the thousands of educated unemployed. But I haven't been just taking up space and converting oxygen to carbon dioxide. I have been working on a certificate in paralegal. While it wasn't what I thought I'd have in mind for my career, it's been interesting. And the fact that things don't always go as planned has become a theme for my life.
If there are three things I am (almost) absolutely sure of, it is (1) everything happens for a reason (no matter how long it may take for the answer to become clear); (2) the truth always comes out (no matter how many years have passed); and (3) expect the unexpected. Currently, I have a shining example of number 3 in my life.
Just a few short weeks ago I began talking to an individual via an online dating site, like I had done numerous times before. Little did I know that this would be something completely different. As I anxiously got ready for our first meeting, I never could have anticipated what would have transpired from that first meeting.
On the evening of September 6, we planned to meet at Jamestown Coffee in Lexington. From the very beginning I could tell that he was different. Well, that much is obvious actually. Anyone in that coffee shop could tell he was different, since he had a thick British accent. We started talking right away and didn't stop for at least two hours. We talked about everything and anything. He showed me pics and maps online of where he grew up in England. We talked about food and music, likes and dislikes, anything. We didn't leave until the barristas literally came around telling the last few stragglers that they were closing. Normally I would be cautious about being loud in a coffee shop when there were other people, but not this time. We talked and laughed out loud. He showed me clips of British comedians and didn't seem to have a care in the world.
I felt comfortable enough with him that he was able to drive me home. When he pulled up outside my building I said thank you for the coffee and the company, and gave him a hug. I thought, for a moment, that he was going to try to kiss me, and maybe he was but I missed it. But after getting inside my apartment, I made sure to send a quick text once again thanking him for the company. That would be the beginning of an interesting journey.
At least the year has taken a bit of a more interesting turn, after not graduating from the Graduate program at USC and applying to 100+ jobs with no call backs. So, most of my days are spent around the house, doing laundry, cooking dinner. If I didn't know any better, or had a kid and/or husband, you'd think I was a housewife. Nope. I'm just one of the thousands of educated unemployed. But I haven't been just taking up space and converting oxygen to carbon dioxide. I have been working on a certificate in paralegal. While it wasn't what I thought I'd have in mind for my career, it's been interesting. And the fact that things don't always go as planned has become a theme for my life.
If there are three things I am (almost) absolutely sure of, it is (1) everything happens for a reason (no matter how long it may take for the answer to become clear); (2) the truth always comes out (no matter how many years have passed); and (3) expect the unexpected. Currently, I have a shining example of number 3 in my life.
Just a few short weeks ago I began talking to an individual via an online dating site, like I had done numerous times before. Little did I know that this would be something completely different. As I anxiously got ready for our first meeting, I never could have anticipated what would have transpired from that first meeting.
On the evening of September 6, we planned to meet at Jamestown Coffee in Lexington. From the very beginning I could tell that he was different. Well, that much is obvious actually. Anyone in that coffee shop could tell he was different, since he had a thick British accent. We started talking right away and didn't stop for at least two hours. We talked about everything and anything. He showed me pics and maps online of where he grew up in England. We talked about food and music, likes and dislikes, anything. We didn't leave until the barristas literally came around telling the last few stragglers that they were closing. Normally I would be cautious about being loud in a coffee shop when there were other people, but not this time. We talked and laughed out loud. He showed me clips of British comedians and didn't seem to have a care in the world.
I felt comfortable enough with him that he was able to drive me home. When he pulled up outside my building I said thank you for the coffee and the company, and gave him a hug. I thought, for a moment, that he was going to try to kiss me, and maybe he was but I missed it. But after getting inside my apartment, I made sure to send a quick text once again thanking him for the company. That would be the beginning of an interesting journey.
With this person in question, I hope that he is what you're looking for in a guy, and he seems like he's quite a catch ;)
ReplyDeleteIndeed he is "JP". I hope things with him work out as we have talked about thus far.
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