Here's the thing. There are people constantly telling me that life doesn't add up, it never turns out the way you expect. You imagine it to be one way, and then it turns out to be completely different. It doesn't measure up to your expectations.
This used to really trouble me. Especially when people started telling me that marriage was going to be hard, and that you spend all this time dreaming up how great it'll be and then one morning wake up and feel at a loss. But you know what? I don't believe them. Call me young and stupid, but I believe in dreaming anyway. I know my life isn't going to be all rainbow and butterflies. But it sure as hell is going to be beautiful anyway.
I believe in seizing the day, because today is all you have. And I believe in believing the best days are yet to come. I believe in the magic. It's just a name for something we don't really understand.
And really when it comes right down to it, maybe my life won't be magical. Maybe everything I could possibly imagine could go wrong, will go wrong. And I may end up having a really rough go of things. Maybe I'll be widowed at 32. Maybe I'll get cancer. But it seems to me, that all the losses in this life will turn into gains eventually... I believe in Karma and I believe in good chi... I believe that the things in store are far greater than any fabrication that any human mind can even attempt to generate.
There is a reason we can't see the future. The only thing we can do is have faith in ourselves and our future, and to look up, and realize that the future is as bright as our faith.
The best days are yet to come. So if you don't mind, I'm just going to keep on dreaming. I'm going to keep on planning. And I am going to set it all up, and when God decides that He's going to turn my life upside down and send me careening on a different path, well, I'm gonna hit the ground running in that direction, and simply trust in it all. And it's going to be beautiful.
So I gave my number to a married man this week.
Let's talk about it.
I am in charge of utilities in my apartment, meaning, I have to go to the bank at least once a month and deposit three checks into my account. On these such occasions, over the past 5 months or so, I often struck up a conversation with one of the tellers there. I thought he was cute, but didn't act on anything. And by usually struck up a conversation, I mean this only happened like, three times. (I did do the finger-check, you guys! There was NO RING.)
Well the other day, I went inside for the first time in a while, and struck up maybe my fourth conversation with this said teller. He commented on the fact that I hadn't been in for a while, and that I usually go through the drive through nowadays. Now he had done it-- he noticed that sort of thing! It was time. So, I did what any sensible girl would do, and I decided to, you know, give him my number. I marched out of that credit union, got in my car, and began writing. I didn't even know his name. I got out a little piece of notebook paper and scribbled some short thing about how this might be unprofessional but that I didn't care-- here-- folded it up-- and addressed it. "Teller #0017482" or whatever his number was (it was on the sheet that he had just printed out after depositing my checks. I know, I'm a genius, right? uhh.).
So I thought it was pretty romantic. I drove up to the window, stashed the note inside, and sent it on up the tube, driving away without even looking at the person who ended up opening it. I knew it would end up where it needed to.
So about week goes by. At this point, I assumed he had a girlfriend or simply wasn't interested, and had forgotten the thing. The dating scene is all about putting yourself out there, and when it doesn't work, who cares, right? You move on. I was not very crushed.
Well then I get this text.
"Hey, is this kait?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I was totally flattered to receive your note..."
[insert fluff]
"..but I didn't call back because I just got married about a month ago. I didn't want you to feel totally rejected or anything like that, because you are sweet. So hopefully you're not embarassed..."
hahaha... oh. my. gosh.
In my defense, I had done the ring check in the past. I only saw him briefly this time, and wasn't thinking to check again. The thought never crossed my mind!
So that's the story.
And now I have to go back to that bank. If it wasn't pretty hilarious, it might just be the most awkward situation in my world. But you know. At least it makes a good story (I feel that a solid 75% of my life experiences end up with me telling myself those last seven words, just to make myself feel better).
Ladies and gentleman, do the ring check more than once. Things can change fast in this here dating scene.
And that's all I really have to say.
Let's talk about it.
I am in charge of utilities in my apartment, meaning, I have to go to the bank at least once a month and deposit three checks into my account. On these such occasions, over the past 5 months or so, I often struck up a conversation with one of the tellers there. I thought he was cute, but didn't act on anything. And by usually struck up a conversation, I mean this only happened like, three times. (I did do the finger-check, you guys! There was NO RING.)
Well the other day, I went inside for the first time in a while, and struck up maybe my fourth conversation with this said teller. He commented on the fact that I hadn't been in for a while, and that I usually go through the drive through nowadays. Now he had done it-- he noticed that sort of thing! It was time. So, I did what any sensible girl would do, and I decided to, you know, give him my number. I marched out of that credit union, got in my car, and began writing. I didn't even know his name. I got out a little piece of notebook paper and scribbled some short thing about how this might be unprofessional but that I didn't care-- here-- folded it up-- and addressed it. "Teller #0017482" or whatever his number was (it was on the sheet that he had just printed out after depositing my checks. I know, I'm a genius, right? uhh.).
So I thought it was pretty romantic. I drove up to the window, stashed the note inside, and sent it on up the tube, driving away without even looking at the person who ended up opening it. I knew it would end up where it needed to.
So about week goes by. At this point, I assumed he had a girlfriend or simply wasn't interested, and had forgotten the thing. The dating scene is all about putting yourself out there, and when it doesn't work, who cares, right? You move on. I was not very crushed.
Well then I get this text.
"Hey, is this kait?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I was totally flattered to receive your note..."
[insert fluff]
"..but I didn't call back because I just got married about a month ago. I didn't want you to feel totally rejected or anything like that, because you are sweet. So hopefully you're not embarassed..."
hahaha... oh. my. gosh.
In my defense, I had done the ring check in the past. I only saw him briefly this time, and wasn't thinking to check again. The thought never crossed my mind!
So that's the story.
And now I have to go back to that bank. If it wasn't pretty hilarious, it might just be the most awkward situation in my world. But you know. At least it makes a good story (I feel that a solid 75% of my life experiences end up with me telling myself those last seven words, just to make myself feel better).
Ladies and gentleman, do the ring check more than once. Things can change fast in this here dating scene.
And that's all I really have to say.
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