the stache

In my attempt to be responsible I decided to go to bed early tonight in order to get up early tomorrow morning (at 4:30 am) for work. I now realize I tried a little too hard because by going to bed at only 7:30pm, I slept for a few hours and find myself here, at 9:30pm, wide awake.

oops.

So here I go... being honest again.

This is what happens when you don't sleep... the truth comes out.

I met this guy this weekend. Not the one I wrote about last weekend... a different one. The one I now find myself thinking about instead of the one I mentioned last week. Bare with me, I'm only 24, I'm a girl, and I'm single... a lot can happen in a week.

He really struck a chord with me. I realize you may not be surprised seeing as this is the girl who "'falls in love' with everyone." But this was different.

First of all... if I had been in control of the situation we would not have met in the circumstances in which we did. I had a horrible day on Friday. I just did. I don't even know if I know why, it was just one of those days combined with lack of sleep and it wasn't pretty. I felt like Alexander, who had the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and wanted to move to Australia. Then he realized that there are terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days even in Australia.

I was invited to go eat dinner at a close friend's house with some of her family and closest of friends. I got off of work at 5pm and was supposed to be there at 6pm. I decided not to go. I was too tired, didn't feel good, and wasn't feeling up to mingling... plus I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I was going to pack my bags for Australia, but since I was too tired I just decided to take a nap instead. Hoping my nap would help, I decided to call my friend and tell her I would be late (due to my rough day) and then I would play it by ear and see how I felt when I woke up.

Turns out, much like a cranky toddler, I feel better after naps.

I decided I would go, not only because I felt better, but because I really wanted to see my friend. I wanted to be able to tell her about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and get it off my chest... but I knew I probably wasn't going to be able to that night since I wasn't planning on unloading my issues for all of her family and closest of friends. That would have made for a great story though.

Anyway, I arrive at the house and am greeted by someone I don't recognize. Crap. Wrong house.

Actually, no, it was just an in-law... a very nice in-law. She greeted me and was nice enough to let me in where I finally saw my friend's familiar face. There's something about seeing a familiar face on a bad day that just calms my spirit. She hugged me and pulled me into the kitchen to meet the rest of the crew. I wondered if they could tell I had such a bad day. My energy was low, I had just been crying, and I had on no make up what-so-ever. I didn't mind not having on makeup, but it would have been nice seeing as how everyone else looked so nice, and didn't look like they had all just been crying.

Anyway... My friend sits me down next to one of her friends, across from the nice in-law, and we all chat in the kitchen while waiting for supper. As we are talking I'm starting to get the vibe that the woman I am talking to, the friend of my friend, has a son, round about my age, that my friend has wanted me to meet before.

I hear the bells on the front door ring, and sure enough, in walks the son of the friend of my friend. "Oh God, " I thought, "please no. I'm too tired." As a girl, your thoughts automatically think "relationship." I had already decided in my mind that I wasn't going to be interested... A) because I was in a bad mood, B) because I had a crush on someone else, and 3) because he had a mustache.

Don't get me wrong, pretty much every male in my family has a mustache, and I even like facial hair (especially during winter), but it seemed like a legitimate excuse at the time.

He introduced himself from across the table as we all sat down to eat. Nice guy. I tell myself to leave it at that. But then the night went on, and I found myself unable to stop laughing. It was like hanging out with myself, but not because there was another person there. I say this because I get my humor, laugh at myself quiet often, and love the way God made me, which in turn makes it easy to make other people laugh. But this was different... I wasn't the one making myself or the other people laugh... it was him. As I watched him (in a non-weird way) I felt like I was watching the guy version of me... with a mustache.

I'd look good with a mustache.

I hear him talk about similar interests that I have, and I try not to be the girl that blurts out "oh me too, me too!" That's not obvious. He continues to enjoy the spotlight that I usually enjoy, and I realize... I don't mind sharing it. For the first time I don't mind sharing the spotlight.

What? What the crap is that all about?

I tell myself it's because I had a bad day and didn't feel up to competing for it, but honestly, I enjoyed sitting back and watching him... in a non-weird way. I love to laugh. I love to really laugh. And Friday night, I really laughed.

He ended up leaving early, and to be honest I was kind of bummed.

I haven't stopped laughing since. Whether it be because I'm a total girl, or he was just that funny, or both, I randomly think about things he said and just start laughing. Out loud. Sometimes in situations that aren't appropriate for laughing.

Today at work a woman ordered some coffee and I laughed at her. Well, not at her, at this guy, that I met Friday night, who really makes me laugh... but she didn't know that, nor did she care. I could tell by the smile on her face and the big tip she left, or lack there of.

I've spent a good portion of my weekend laughing and praying. Praying about why I was laughing. This guy really struck a chord with me, and I don't know what it's about, but all I know to do is to say "Here God... I'm thinking and feeling this way right now, and I can't stop laughing. Either take it away, or laugh with me so I don't feel stupid." So far, we're still laughing.



As we all know, Tuesday was Christmas morning. I had to work at Starbucks at 10:30am, which I thought would be fun, but ended up being painfully busy, and just totally not fun. I was regretting working the whole day, until something made it totally worth it.

This guy, that I met Friday night, who really makes me laugh, came in to buy some coffee... without his mustache.

I didn't have an excuse not to be interested... A) because I was in a good mood, B) because I completely forgot who I even had a crush on before, and 3) because He didn't have a mustache.

I smiled. And laughed to myself.

Maybe not, but I like to think he came in because he knew I was working and made it a point to come to that Starbucks to get a pound of coffee, on Christmas day. Or maybe it's just because his mom needed some coffee and that was the closest Starbucks that was actually open.

Either way, it made my day.