The Product of Too Much Caffeine

I’ve reached that moment with my roommates that I seriously just want to scream at them because honestly, it’s finals week and they need to be just a little bit considerate to the fact that other people live with them and actually try to get stuff done.

It seems only fitting that I would try to date someone that lives on the West Coast, as if I couldn’t find someone who lives in the same state as me

It’s the little things that restore my faith that nice guys do exist

It’s no secret among my group of friends that I’ve been hurt more times than anybody should be.  I don’t go out planning to get hurt, but it happens and sometimes are worse than others.  So it really came as no surprise to my friends that I sort of gave up dating, I didn’t see the point in putting myself out there to only risk getting hurt again. 

For awhile I was content being the single one, I didn’t have to worry about my boyfriend getting upset if I was going out, I was able to do whatever I wanted without having to worry about spending time with my boyfriend.  Sometimes it would suck not being able to go out with that special someone, just the two of you.  It was hard at times when I was the only single one in my group of friends.  But being the extra wheel was better than getting hurt.

But of course you know what they say about finding someone once you stop looking for it?  How when you stop looking for it, it finds you?

Yeah as cliched as it sounds, that totally happened.  It was a Friday night, my girlfriends and I were out having a nice girls night out on the town.  We had dinner at our favorite restaurant then headed out for drinks and dancing at our favorite low-key bar in the city.  I had had probably a few too many drinks to be fully aware of my surroundings, so I didn’t know that I dropped my wallet and phone while we were leaving.

When I woke up the next morning and realized that I had lost my phone and my wallet and really I had no one to blame but myself.  So I got up knowing that I would probably have to find my best friend so that I could use his phone to cancel my cards and my phone, this is the moment that having a land line would have come in handy.  I was on my way to shower when I heard the knocking, thinking it was probably one of my friends coming to check on me because I wasn’t answering my phone.  So without any regard for what I looked like I opened the door expecting one of my girlfriends or even my best friend standing on the other side.  Of course knowing my luck, it just wasn’t any of them instead it was one of the gorgeous bouncers from the club standing in front of me looking like he just stepped off of the pages of GQ.

“Um hi.”  I greeted looking up at him wondering what he was doing at my apartment.  My hands immediately moved up to smooth down my intense bedhead and I hoped that I didn’t have raccoon eyes.

“Hi, I found your wallet and phone at the bar last night and I thought you would like it back.  I assure you that everything is in there, I managed to find it before someone else did, we tried looking for you but I guess you had already left.”  He replied pulling my purple wrist let from his pocket.  I couldn’t believe that he had not only found my wallet but had gotten up after working all night to bring it to me. 

“Wow, I can’t believe you did that.  Thank you so much for doing all of this.”  I looked up at him with a large thankful smile spread across my face, I wasn’t expecting him to do something so nice.

“It was nothing, you only live like a block from me so it was seriously no trouble.  Plus I know how I’d feel if I lost my phone and wallet so I thought I would save you the trouble of having to cancel everything and have new cards reissued.  I would warn you though to make sure that you keep an eye on it next time, because you might not be so lucky.”  I blushed lightly thinking back to my behavior the night before, I wasn’t really acting in the right frame of mind. 

“I know and I appreciate you finding it before some hoodlum stole it.  Which is why I feel it’s only right that I do something nice for you, since you did just save me a ton of time and a huge headache, so have you had breakfast yet?”  He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck.  “My mother would never forgive me if I didn’t repay the favor, seriously it’s the least I can do.” 

“I guess if you insist, my mother would never forgive me if I said no to a nice girl offering to actually cook for me.  So sure breakfast sounds good.”

“Alright then, come in and make yourself comfortable.”  I motioned for him to come in closing the door behind him as I rushed into my bedroom to throw on a some decent clothes.

As he told me stories from the bar and I whipped up a breakfast feast for two, I marveled at the little things that happen in life that remind me that nice guys, well nice people in general still exist.

Gotta love my dad

Just sent my dad a text letting him know that I was going to Columbus in two weeks and his response was “…good maybe you won’t come back. ” He knows you only use the “…” when you gotta let it hang.

When Inspiration Hits

I love when inspiration hits. I have been struggling to write my book review of Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks so that when I go see the movie I can compare the two for a while now. Like I just couldn’t figure out how I wanted to start it, but for some reason when I got to my intercultural communication class I got it. I was able to bang out the main part of my story within five minutes and I’m shocked. Like where the heck did that come from? Less than two hours ago all I had was the task written on my to-do list and now I only have to wrap it up and I’m done.

It’s fascinating with how inspiration and motivation work and come about.

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