Hello out there!
… I see not too many people have arrived yet – that’s totally alright. Greetings to those of you who are here and
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
(I tried to get as close to this year’s Color of the year – Greenery, according to Pantone)
For New Year’s Eve this year I went out with a friend and her boyfriend and one of his friends.
PAUSE. Am I single? Yes. Was the friend single? Yes. PLAY.
We were having a grand old time at my favorite bar (Flying Saucer in CLT – Highly recommend it if you are a beer fan) and midnight began to draw closer and closer. That time that every single person seems to dread.
Enter my friend’s boyfriend: “If you want a midnight kiss, I’m sure [single friend] wouldn’t mind giving it to you.”
PAUSE. Am I single? Yes. Was the friend single? Yes. Am I looking? No. Would I need help getting a kiss if I were looking? No. PLAY.
Sass-pot me: “I picked up on [single friend]’s staring, and I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll pass. I don’t believe in the voodoo magic of a New Year’s Kiss.”
Don’t get me wrong – I’m flattered that he was so concerned about my desires. I’m touched that he cares enough about his girlfriend’s friend to take into consideration that I might feel awkward and lonely at midnight as couples all over the bar get their kisses to start the new year. (But who are we kidding – I’m a little [endearingly] awkward all year round.) Sure, maybe he was just trying to help his friend get a kiss on New Year’s Eve. None of that is the point.
The point is that I’m a young twenty-something woman who (sort of) knows what she wants and will go get it when she wants it. If I wanted a kiss on New Year’s Eve, you best believe I would have managed to swing one. (If not, it was just Fate’s way of telling me I got a little too cocky and need to take a seat.)
It’s like my tattoo says:
She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.
(An excerpt from poem #187 by R.M. Drake)
But actually – Welcome to my blog fellow travelers of life. Consider joining me for the rest of my adventures – I can promise some sass, some traveling, at least a dozen cookies, and hopefully a lot of laughter (at least I’ll be laughing…)