A few years ago, I quasi-dated a guy who I’ll call J. J was a really nice guy, and really had his life together: a lawyer, owned a house and a dog and all that jazz. We hung out a few times and really hit it off, but then he dropped the whole, “It’s not you, it’s me” business and said, “I’m just not ready for something serious, and if I was, you’d be the girl I’d want it with, blah blah blah” deal. True to his word, he didn’t date anyone else (and if I’m being fair, was really, really emotionally distressed and kind of strange) and called me to hang out a few times; however, Andrew and I were dating and it just didn’t seem right. Once he saw that Andrew and I were together (via the all powerful Facebook) he deleted me, and I haven’t heard from him since last year. He was a cool guy—really smart, and I always felt a bit intimidated by him.
Anyways, today has been spent in front of my sewing machine (a whole different post—coming soon!) but midway through the day, I decided to head to Wal-Mart to get some fabric to play with for a new pattern. I was in sweats, and a crappy tank top, so I threw my hair up in pigtails and tossed a cardigan on. Definitely not the cutest look in the world, but since I was just going to Wal-Mart for something quick, I figured it wasn’t a big deal.
As I was driving, Miley Cyrus’ new-ish song, “Party In The USA” came on, and as I am wont to do, I turned it up, and perhaps, I was doing as Miley says and nodding my head like yeahhhh, moving my hips like yeahhhh in my car. Suddenly, I feel someone watching me, so I do a slow turn. You probably know right where this is going, right?!
There sits J, in his nice Audi, with some girl dressed to the nines. They are both watching me, J throws up a little wave and then they sped away, OBVIOUSLY LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY.
Ah, yes. Happy Sunday to me.