Kristin.. and Loving it

Anything goes. That’s another great thing about being single. Literally… anything is possible. On a recent evening excursion, I had encounters with three of the more prominent males of my undergraduate career. Three different people that left me feeling three different ways, simultaneously. A roller coaster, if you will. There was the high I experienced with ‘Roland’, the plummeting descent I felt with ‘Panda’, and the screwdriver sensation I had with ‘Michael’.

Michael: Younger and far more adventurous than myself. I always get excited to see him because he makes me feel so youthful (at the elderly age of 21 J ). He’s not the average guy that every one of my friends sees the appeal in, but it is that exact uniqueness that drew me to him. Things ended slowly and peacefully, you know the kind. But… by the end of the night, you would have thought we were together, not okay.

Panda: I feel like we have a history of decades, but really it’s been only four years. Four years since we first became acquaintances. Our friendship ended as abruptly as it began, so in my excitement, I make a failed attempt to mince some meaningful words which subsequently continued my descent down this everlasting dive. Aren’t there rules for how long these slopes are supposed to last?  Anyways, the upside to a roller-coaster is just that…. There is always an UP after a DOWN.

Roland: Absolutely no one understands my attraction to this guy, but honestly, he is the wittiest person I have ever met. I always feel like I have to catch up to his banter that is filled with cleverness and intellect. He keeps me on my toes, and I LOVE that. He moved away a little over a year ago and the rare instances when we are able to catch up are magnificent. Out of nowhere I receive a text. I was giddy. He chronicled yet another event that made me admire him all the more ending my evening on a high just the way I like it.

Fortunately, I don’t have motion sickness so I’ll be continuing this single lifestyle for awhile longer ;) because if it isn’t evident yet….

…im loving it!

Recently, I met this guy. A friend of a friend. He was sweet. Easy to talk to. and he made me laugh… a lot. Everything was fairly platonic.

He offered to make dinner one night for a group of our friends. To keep the story somewhat concise, let me just say that I had to donate several of my own kitchen supplies (and some of my girlfriend’s) just to get him started. As if that wasn’t enough, when I finally get to his apartment in order to partake of this seafood pasta, I am told that there is no microwave to heat up the food. But that’s fine because the food wasn’t quite cold. So I look for silverware, and he promptly opens up a drawer to reveal one box of plastic forks and one box of plastic knives. But that’s fine because he’s living a bachelor lifestyle, right? But then, I peek my head inside his room out of sheer curiosity, and what do I find? Nothing (or in simpler terms, No bed.) NO BED. Are you getting this? There was no bed! He is a twenty-five year old living in this $1800/month apartment and opted out of having a bed. In case you’re justifying all this, he has been in this apartment for at least four months now.

And THIS is where I draw the line. It was all too much. I still hang out with him on occassion, but I definitely had to pull back for my own sake I mean— come on! Please take a lesson from me, when you have your own pot to cook on, it’s a better life and you’re more likely to be…

…loving it!

It was time to escape the status quo. It was time to get away from the routine of Dirty 6th and the 40 Acres. It was time for a weekend getaway. And it was the weekend of The 4th! Me and my closest girlfriends packed our bags, loaded up the car and took off to Houston. A change of “scenery” is exactly what we were looking for.

The sense of anonymity in this foreign place was liberating. Oh to be single in the city! We had no definitive plan… because we didn’t need one. The freedom of sans-attachment…

Dancing and mingling the nights away (and occassionally enacting slick escape plans), we had memories that only come from an epic time with your girls! I don’t think there is anything better than sleeping in and recounting stories the next day.

Day time? We explored the city much in part because our failed sense of an internal GPS, but we made the best of it like true roadies. Our four hour shopping trip was simply protocol, and we made the best of it.

It’s rare that you can escape the realities of the world, but this weekend off was exactly what we all needed… planning a second trip is in the works because we were all

…loving it!