My Future Spouse.

I often find myself thinking about my future spouse. 

Oh, come on! 

Don't even try to tell me you don't do this.

Try to tell me you've never done this, and I'll give you a nickel. Yeah, that's right. A whole nickel. 

Well, for those of you not familiar with my dilemma here is what happens.

(and I'll reward you with your nickel later)

You are lying in your bed in the morning, dreading getting up for the day, trying to remember if you brushed your teeth the night before... and really contemplating wearing your dirty sweatpants for the third day in a row to class... 

That's before you find yourself thinking...

What if today is the day? 

What if, today I meet the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with?  

Shouldn't I look cute for him/her? 

Shouldn't I wash my hair and put on pants that don't have an elastic waist? 

Should I possibly try to look presentable today? 

Maybe put a little extra time into picking out my outfit and pluck that eyebrow hair that I've been meaning to get for a while now?

What if it's a one shot deal? 

What if, I go out into the world and see "the one" but they don't notice me because I look like a zombie girl?

Well, that's where my mind went today.

So, I got up and made some coffee. 

I wore a little make-up and brushed my hair for the first time in two days... 

I spent over ten minutes picking out an outfit and wore my fancy boots that make me look taller than I actually am. 

(Just in case I found out that my future spouse was in to tall girls) 

I did it all for them. 

My future lover. 

And you know what?

I didn't meet anyone new today. 

And no one took any more of an interest in me than when I haven't shaved my legs for a week. 

So what does that tell you?

Well, I don't know what it tells you.

But it tells me that I have to do it all again tomorrow. 

Life sometimes. 

You know?

My roommate says that I need to expect the unexpected. 

She says meeting "the one" is never planned.

Easy for her to say, she always looks cute. 

And doesn't need to wear fancy boots to make herself look taller.
She's already tall. 

Blah. 

Wednesdays.