Yes. No. Maybe So.

Wow. After re-reading last night's (or this morning's?) post a couple times, I was finally able to convince myself that I was indeed the author.

Although, in the back of my mind (way way back there with the rusty file cabinet filled long lost memories) I knew that I had written a mighty long post sometime in the middle of the night, I just didn't have a clue what it was about or what I had promised to elaborate on in the coming posts.

Huh...I see that I promised to chit chat about two things:

1. Why I've never been in a relationship

2. Why people can now spot me at PARTY party scenes

Why in the world am I drawing a blank??

Oh yah, it's summer. It's nice out. I'm going canoeing in a couple hours. Not to mention my Bee Eff Eff is coming over in an hour to start our podcast. (speaking of...DETOUR!)

Alright, it's not that we're mentally challenged or anything. In fact, we're two rather bright individuals (ifIdosaysomyself) who realize that most people don't give a ding dang dong about what a couple of newly high school graduates talk about in the massive amount of free time they have during the summer months. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean we can't record ourselves (at our peaks, I'm sure) ranting about the completely random things so we can come back and make fun of it all at a later date.

Which you know we will do.

Obviously.

Anywho...numero uno! (I know, that was incredibly impressive. Five years of Spanish later, maybe you'll all be able to kick some serious tush like I just did.)

As I've mentioned before, I am relationship-free. Truly.

Never in my life have I been in a relationship. For as long as I have had Facebook, my relationship status has been, well...statically single.

Haha, you can all keep your "oh that's alright honey" and "you poor thing" faces, because (believe it or not) I chose to be single.

(I'm serious! Don't think I'm some pathetic eighteen-year-old trying to explain what society would consider a sad sad life, because really...I voluntarily chose this path. A path with a billion less footprints than the other...)

I mean, I've had flings and such with various people, but nothing was ever that serious. The guys that I even remotely took into consideration were either a) not as great as I initially thought they were, b) intimidating me to the point of avoiding to get their attention or c) unavailable.

(Shush. I think those a three very legit reasons.)

Well, at least that's how it was at the beginning.

But after waiting eighteen whole years, I feel as if I've waited this long for THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND, he should be pretty goddamn phenomenal. There would have to be something different about him and no matter what happens in the end, I do not (I repeat, DO NOT) want to ever regret being with him.

Ya know?

Okay...well, maybe I'm being too complicated.

And maybe it's totally unrealistic.

So maybe I'll end up utterly disappointed.

But maybe. Just maybe...I'll get what I want in the end.

ANYWHO, I'm pooped and ready for a snackity snack. That second question (scroll up a bit) will be addressed soon soon soon.

Tudaloo!