first date

msof took me to see e.t. for our first "date".  i say "date" because i wasnt 16 and his mother drove us to the theater and sat a few rows behind us with his 3 little brothers. the movie was good, but we were both distracted by the sexual tension between us.  he finally worked up the courage to hold my hand about 1/2 way through the movie.  i was thrilled, but we let go as soon as the lights went on and never mentioned it again.  we "went together" that summer, but i started ignoring him when his ex girlfriend from the previous year came home from visiting her mother and step dad out of state.
a few months later i met tgws and dated him for the rest of my high school career.
after msof and i were married, he told me that i broke his heart that summer.  i guess he got even when he broke mine by cheating on me with one of my best friends.
this memory was brought to you by my rambling channel surfing that led me to seeing a few minutes of e.t, the extra terrestrial today.

what was i thinking?!

i was with a friend in the perfume department of a major department store when i saw a big display of dicks cologne. i love dicks cologne. i mean i really, really, really, really LOVE his cologne. i dont know anyone else who wears it(its not calvin klein or drakaar noir)so its been a very long time since i have smelled that amazing scent. i looked around for those little slices of card stock that you can use to spritz the cologne on and take with you as a sample,but there wasnt any. i tried just sticking my nose very close to the nozzle, but that didnt work either. so i sprayed some on my own wrist. not smart. what was i thinking?

getting older....

my birthday was last week and although i would not consider myself one of those women who cry with every birthday and insist upon lying about their age, i really do not like getting older.  it really does suck in a lot of ways. i want to be fun and spontaneous. sparkle with an effervescent personality that just draws everyone in, but thats not me. i think it used to be, but it really isnt anymore. i grieve a little for the person i was, but i am surprisingly comfortable with my little circle of wonderful friends and my new-ish skills of saying "no" when i truly dont want to do something.  lately, there isnt much i want to do. i feel a little boring, but surprisingly ok with it. is this just a normal part of getting older? maybe its just me.