I want to binge House of Cards whenever suits me, damnit.
when you can just drive an out-of-town car across the border with two people holding passports from different countries? Thanks, Border Patrol, for forcing a not-exactly-ready girl to define my relationship at the 49th parallel.
To top it off, I’m pretty sure a semi-serious statement of “it’s official” was thrown about… in a Taco Bell parking lot.
It’s a thing I’ve always associated with pretty girls who have boyfriends that want to go away somewhere with them for a night/weekend. Or really particular girls in college who packed a bag to stay at their boo’s frat, instead of just walk-of-shaming it or going over there late at night like the rest of us. Or, I guess, girls who are in some kind of relationship where they actually stay overnight. Or just this one particular friend who always has an overnight bag in her car, just in case. Whichever definition, the point is that those people are not me.
Well, for the first time in 30 years, I had to pack an overnight bag and I was so fucking not exactly ready for it. I don’t even like to talk about this shit and I was emailing the gang back home like, fuck fuck fuck. It was an odd realization that there is not really anyone here, or there, that I can go to for dating advice. Instead, the emails were more of high-pitched-sorority-giggle fuelled communication than anything, but it was nostalgic fun.
Yeah, Uncomfortably Handsome Colleague got his shit together eventually. We actually refer to him as Man Candy now. MC in-text. It’s a goddamn delight.
So, I had to go back to the States this AM due to some pressing monetary concerns. Can we talk about how easy/awesome that was? A bit annoying at the border at 7:50 with only one open lane for the lame-os like me, but the rest was fucking fantastic. I forget how much I love open road driving.
The bank business was handled in 10 minutes flat, I got an hour in Target, handled some other pressing money issues with free Starbucks wifi, picked up a super fresh Jimmy Johns Slim 6 and was back on the road–with only a five-minute wait at the border. Easy, breezy. So glad I had to do this and can feel comfortable to do it again next time I need a ‘Merica fix.
Hit me with the seven digits. – No Authority
Going downtown is an eye candy daydream–it’s full of (quite attractive) fairly douchey bros and men in suits. Not the case in my area of the lower mainland, so I -extra- appreciate the long walk between bus stops when I’m in the swanky business area of the waterfront. And I’d just love the idea of a good, fantasy meetcute with some rich man in a suit, preferably with an accent, who asks for my number. Now of course that’s never happened.
But it sort of happened, today. Twice. Uncomfortably Handsome Colleague asked for my number to get a beer after work obligations (he didn’t follow through), and a random man ran across the street then doubled back to tell me I’m beautiful and ask for my number (after ascertaining whether or not I worked at the doughnut shop I was standing in front of).
What a strange night. I haven’t been approached by anyone since, IDK, a long fucking time.But now I can’t stop singing. I’ve been east, I’ve been west…
English girls, English girls, shorty said she came in part
To the fact I’m good with words, yeah I got them language arts.
Chiddy Bang, nailing Prince Charming since 2012