September 7, 2009

Dear Diary,

It was so nice to have the day off today. It started with a few laps in the pool and then a lazy 20 minutes or so on the raft, just floating about. Then off to Chik-fil-a for (mostly) free lunch, and then to Disney World where the story begins...

Today was the day for the game I've been talking about. Today was Flirt Day! Now, I must preface this by saying that as I've mentioned before, there are varying levels of flirtiness during this game. We were playing probably the beginner to intermediate level. Mostly because we kept forgetting to flirt. And when we remembered, there were few options around. However, many times, they sought us out. That makes flirt day even more fun!

We were both in our pink Colts jerseys since it got us (mostly) free lunch at Chik-fil-a. So while passing by the American Idol experience, a cast member stopped us to comment on Colts player Bob Sanders. To his credit, he had a nice smile (which you know I enjoy), an easy-going personality, and the recurring desire to high five me. To his discredit, he thought instead (and I being not all that into details did not know to correct him) that my jersey was that of Barry Sanders of Detroit Lions fame. I figured he must have been talking about the guy on the Colts team, because he referenced my sister's jersey (Addai's) saying he thought it must have been him because he saw her jersey. I am really not dissuaded by his lack of Colts football knowledge.

Then a fellow cast member wanted to join in the conversation by putting down the Colts team. I figured the two of them must have declared it Flirt Day as well. Both were easy on the eyes.

We continued the game by later asking a Security guard to help unscrew the cap on a Coke, and by flagging down a cast member at the Publix. Sis also acquired a peck on the cheek from a famous TV personality. All in all, Flirt Day was a fun success!

Now on to whatever tomorrow holds...

September 6, 2009

Dear Diary,

Back in December or so, I was having dinner at a friend's house when the subject of my "singleness" happened to come up. Most of those gathered there were in the married category. So naturally when you're one of few singles in a group the "set-ups" begin. Well, two of the friends brought up the name of a gentleman they both knew and thought I might get along well with. They teased me about him that evening, and a few days later. Then after a week or two, I got an email from the man himself. It was a nice enough email but didn't draw me in immediately. Nevertheless, I responded. A day or so later, he wrote again. And again, I returned the correspondence. This went on once or twice more and then it just kind of fizzled. Not sure who wrote last, but I know the time lengthened between each email. Somewhere in January, it just sort of stopped. I thought nothing more about it, because frankly, I wasn't overwhelmed by the connection. He was witty. A little goofy. Possibly if we had met under other circumstances (not over awkward email exchanges) we may have clicked a little better. But we didn't. So until today I hadn't thought of him twice since the emails stopped.

This morning though when I walked into church, who should be leading worship, but our friend "Penpal." I wouldn't have even recognized him except that one of the initiating friend's pointed him out to me. I still agree that we are probably not suited for each other. But I do find it funny that he was here. In my hometown. In my home church. Did that encourage me to track him down and say hello after the service? Of course not.

I wonder what tomorrow holds...

September 5, 2009

Dear Diary,

Today was the big brother's birthday. And it was a fun-filled day. It started poolside with an impromptu pool party. Even the dogs joined in.

And then there was dinner at Olive Garden. And cake at Mom and Dad's. And then the ensuing hilarity that comes at every family gathering.

But there was a small window of time when I was simply cleaning and unpacking and I had an opportunity to put a movie on in the background. (Cable is still not hooked up yet, but the little brother and I have rigged up two DVD players so that we each have one and we need not interrupt each other's paused programs...) So tonight's feature presentation was "New in Town."

I'm not typically a fan of Renee Zellweger. But this fact was offset by the leading man. I do like Harry Connick, Jr. Therefore, I very much like this movie. I have an inclination from time to time to move back up north. To experience the cold, the snow, and the heartwarming thought of winter coats so big and fluffy you begin to look like a giant stay-puff marshmallow man. I often feel as each season approaches that that particular season is perhaps the most romantic of the year. And tonight it's the Christmas season.

It's not unusual at this time of year for me to be dreaming of a white Christmas, but it's especially strong tonight. Perhaps one of my favorite scenes in the movie is the caroling scene. A small-town tradition sends a mass of residents strolling down the street to the town square Christmas tree, candles in hand, voices in harmony. And at one moment, Renee and Harry share a look and a smile, from across the square.

So I wonder who's glance December will bring...

September 4, 2009

Dear Diary,

I seem to have an admirer. He's in kindergarten. :) This may or may not be true, but it's cute that the kid has asked about me two days in a row.

But for real potential...

Michael Buble is coming out with a new album in October and I'm very excited about it. Especially after purchasing the lead single, "Haven't Met You Yet." And to me, that's kind of how I feel about this particular quest. Radar and I go way back, and it's very possible that when the timing is right, he could be it for me. Crush has finally fizzled out of my mind for the most part. Friendly, as I've said before is more for the fun of it rather than having any potential. Taylor will always hold a unique place in my heart. But the real guy? I don't think we've met yet. I think he's still out there. Waiting and hoping for a girl like me. I'm certain of it. And there's reason to be certain of it. There's hope out there. There's promise, as Si s and I have discussed.

So, here's to whatever tomorrow should hold

September 3, 2009

Dear Diary,

I've often wondered why it is that men howl. The other day (before the big move), I was out walking my dog like I do on any other typical afternoon. I had gradually grown to dislike my particular apartment complex. Lots of bored teenagers hanging around in the parking lot and on balconies. Normally, they stay out of my way, and I stay out of theirs.

So on this particular day, I was walking back toward the lake where I often took my dog, and I hear from the 2nd floor balcony in the building to the right a group of boys start howling and talking about my dog in order to get me to turn around. I ignored them. I'll admit. I'm afraid of those high school boys. And maybe they weren't flirting or trying to get me to go out with them. But I have never understood why guys do that.

It doesn't only happen on balconies, but driving down the road, men hang out their windows and gawk and shout. Do they think I'm going to immediately pull over and ask for their number or even give them mine? Or when I'm running and they honk as they drive by? What is that? How does that help?

Boys, if it works for you then, don't stop I guess. But, help me understand, anyway.

...Wonder bout tomorrow...

September 2, 2009

Dear Diary,

No joke! Not even 30 seconds after yesterday's entry was complete, Radar popped up in my inbox! It's eerie sometimes how that happens. Anyway, his brother got married last weekend and so I think the boy has weddings on the brain. :)

I always do. As Jane Austen says, "A lady's imagination is very rapid. It jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment." It's true. I can't deny it. I always put him in that spot. Is he marriage-material? And I think that's true of most women. ...But perhaps not all.

I wonder what tomorrow holds

September 1, 2009

Dear Diary,

Bad news about the pool man. Rumor has it that he's married. I can probably survive though. Pick up my heart and move on. A 30-second encounter is not really enough to form any real connection.

I haven't heard from Radar in awhile. And I'm hoping that by making that statement, he'll suddenly appear in my inbox. My suspicion is that he's staying away because of all the Taylor talk. Who wants to compete with Taylor Hicks. I'm sorry to say that Radar is not really a fan of Taylor's either. That could cause trouble for us down the line...

But Radar is not the only one affected by such developments. I happened to be telling Friendly the other day about my Taylor encounter and I laughingly called him (Tay) "my man." Friendly got jealous, I tell you. He turned away and sulked like a puppy dog. Are you really sure the boy is just being friendly? It wasn't a big scene. He was flirting and playing along, but still...

And then, Diary, there's someone new...details to come.

...Perhaps in what tomorrow holds?....