I really don't live in Mayberry, but it sounds good, right? Anywho, I don't really know what to write about today. Nothing super interesting has happened lately and I'm suffering from a horrible case of writer's block. I feel like the world's worst blogger since it's almost been a month since I've posted anything.
Surely something fun has happened to me in the last month.... hang on, I'm thinking......
Oh yea, now I remember! I had a blind date (which is nothing new for me I suppose based on the way this summer has panned out) but then it was pointed out that in a six week span I had 3 different first dates. Then at the end of two came one of the dreaded lines "Well, you're really fun and nice, but..." Then it can be any number of excuses, all of which I've heard at least twice: "I'm just not ready for a relationship right now." "You're too much fun to waste your time with a guy like me." "I still have feelings for someone else." "I think of you more as a great friend." "I'm moving overseas tomorrow for five years." "I start a job in Kenya next week to help feed starving children and won't have any contact with the outside world."
Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard on the last two, but I seriously have heard it all. Two of the three dates ended with those lines and while I applaud honesty in matters of the heart, at the same time I wonder why men could take a gal out when they have no romantic feelings for her. I mean, if you're still hung up on an old flame, I understand. I've been there. But if I were in your shoes I'd try and get over it before embarking on another excursion. And what's worse than hearing one of those lines? Not hearing a thing. When the date is over and he's walking you to the door, he says "We need to do this again sometime." Well that's all wonderful, but if you then drop off the face of the Earth, a girl is left wondering what the heck is wrong. Don't act interested if you're not. It's not very chivalrous.
But the date that didn't end in one of those lines actually went well. He actually seems interested. And he actually calls me first. Everyday. But (you knew that was coming), he lives two hours away and neither of us want to be in a long-distance relationship. Then why did we go out in the first place? A favor for friends. We thought if we did then they'd shut up and leave us alone, but now here we are a month later in a situation we really don't know how to handle. So, we do nothing. We're friends, I think. But when we see each other it's like we're a couple, I think. Let's just leave it on cruise control.
Oops. I think I ranted again.
On another note, Mayberry is a farming community and the harvest season has begun! Driving to work this morning I met combines, trucks hauling corn headers and semis filled up on the way to the elevator. Let me tell you, I loved every second of it. Then I got behind a tractor and bush hog on the highway this morning, and while usually I think 55 mph is too slow, driving 35 behind a John Deere doesn't bother me at all. I'm a dork like that. In fact, this dork took a picture. Please excuse the 763 bugs on my windshield.
Have I mentioned that I love living in Mayberry?
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