Single Waiting

A group roadtrip will be fun tot ake in the future, but I don't want to go on one before I go on a solo trip. Where? I thought a lot about North Carolina (I have a state crush), the mountains, the lovely seasons. I want to see it and stay in a cabin somewhere overlooking the mountains. Other option is Tennessee, most likely Nashville. I've been there before, but want to experience all of it, lots of getting lost finding music holes and just photographing everything in site. Boston is another area that I'd like to experience, so we will see. Me + car= a week, a place, escaping. People are always saying do the things while you're single that you can't do as often when you get married. Well here we are. At that crossroad again.

This is probably one we can all attest to. Misreading signals of a fella, and then building it up that it plays a more significant role in your life than it ought to. Yup. I did that in the span of a week. I met a guy at a friends birthday dinner. We hit it off, so I thought, and then went our merry ways. {Misinterpretation #1} . Come Sunday, I see him again and realize that it sounds like he's pining for my number. We talked a little on Sunday about where to eat (a group) and the restaurant we ended up at is one that he ended up going to even though he already had dinner. {Misreading #1} I get to the restaurant and he later walks in saying he had to honor his word because he said he would stop by. {Misreading #2} I email him my number to invite him to group activities that aren't last minute. He texts me back with a funny joke we picked up on Friday. Some things just aren't meant to be read into. It was a simple task, email number for purposes of calling/ texting one

I have been adimant in saying that I never have or ever will have a type. I've just been made aware that I go weak in the knees for guys who have dark hair and piercing light gray, blue, green, hazel, or brown eyes. Basically any eye color. I have thought long and hard about it, convincing myself that I am neither swayed or pulled completely in one direction of a look. That still stands true. I will not turn away a red head, a blonde, or an in-betweener. I like them all. However, I find myself highly susceptible to what a pair of fine eyes that can bestow. I think I wrote down a list of sorts of all the guys I had crushes on from the time I was 5 until now. (Yes, I remembered my first crush. My pastor's son, Scott. Then in my own grade, kindergarten, Philip. I still know last names, but I am protecting those last names.) Scott was a dark haired kid with these beautiful big seafoam green eyes and full lips. Don't worry, I didn't think this way as a five year old, I just