the morning after.
Of course, all the basics were covered. I certainly listened in my middle school class about avoiding them birds and bees because I take after the other clever mind behind this blog " ... I have dreams, you know?"
Then, the aftermath.
No, I know. Don't remind me... because there was no attachment, you can do whatever the fck you want once the deed is done. But is it wrong for a girl to want a little real care&lovin' after the pinnacle point? Of course that small thought just triggers the female brain into a spiraling nonsense of
cuddling--->goodbyekisses--->goodmorning&goodnighttexts--->casualhangouts--->dinners--->movies--->real dates--->boyfriend--->real relationship.
But then you hit reality again and rationalize that cognitive dissonance.
"...Of course not! He's not that kind of material, I would never bring home a haole who has no goals in life and can't even sign up for medical to save his life.."
It's just the thought right after he has hit that physical pleasure and he's completely over it and done, where I start chanting the words "I fricken need a boyfriend that will <insert all cheesy and cliche things that boyfriends do after having great sex>". It's a damn mind game, I tell you.
So point to this entry? Not much. Just what us girls like to call #wordvomit. I want to date, I don't want to date. I want to fcuk, I don't want to fcuk. I want a boyfriend, I don't want a boyfriend.
BUT, somehow I was graced by God's presence today. Quite appropriate, I think, to be given clues from God when you least expect it. So yes, I'm eagerly looking to be swept off my feet by that knight in shining armour yet reminded of how fortunate I am of my current status. So here's to us single ladies out there; click link --> Single Ladies, let's rejoice!