Tuesday, January 15, 2013
That Whole Being Single Thing
My dad and I were just chatting and catching up when he oh-so-casually asked if there are any men in my life these days.
I snorted. Snorted. And said, "No way."
The thing is, when I said "no way," I didn't say it like "no, all the men I know are idiots because they seriously undervalue my awesomeness as a woman."
Nope, I meant it in a "I could not, at the moment, think of anything worse than spending my free time with some stinky man who demands my attention and makes fun of me for watching The Bachelor" sort of way.
The weird thing is, I've been boy crazy since I was 4 years old.
His name was Kyle and he ate crayons. So I ate crayons hoping he would notice me. He didn't and then his family moved away and I never saw him again.
All throughout my formative years, there was always at least one boy on my mind, and usually four or five. Of course, they very rarely returned my attention and the ones that did usually ended up being nothing but trouble.
But, honestly, BOY CRAZY.
They coined that term all for me.
Now, though? Nothing. Even when I'm surrounded by attractive, friendly, nice men, I could not care less. I am totally and completely uninterested. The idea of dating, let alone getting into a relationship, makes me feel all blah. Like, I'd rather be forced to sit through a marathon of Sacha Baron Cohen movies than go on a date with anyone.
Well, anyone except Tom Cruise. My love for him remains, always and forever.
But for the rest of them, there's nothing. Not even the tiniest of sparks.
It's a little unnerving.
Although I'm not willing to do anything about it right now since boys are icky.
Pretty much the only boy I want to be snuggling up with these days is this one:
Or Tom Cruise, of course.
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