Boy plans

I suppose I should I just know by know that a 22-year-old boy is not going to be good at making and then keeping plans.

This is my fault.

I’ve dated craptons of stupid 22-year-old boys and none of them ever has ever once ever been good at keeping plans.

So I should know better.

But this boy is driving me insane!

With his, “hit me up, I’ll be around”s and his “I’ll be home, so just give me a call”s.



I hate it.

I want definite plans. I want to know exactly what time I should be at your house. And what I should bring. And what kind of shoes I should wear. And what we’re going to eat so that I can make sure to eat something different for lunch. And who’s going to be there. And if I need a jacket or not. And how much money I should bring. And what purse I should bring.


But he’s not like that.

He’s carefree, and  go with the flow and “whatever man”

Which I like.

I do. I like it.

I like it because I find myself watching “Four Christmases” on his couch while he jumps next to me and then grabs my hand and a suddenly a crappy movie is the best movie I’ve ever seen.

And I find myself wearing his favorite Cubs sweatshirt and having Saturday afternoon lunch together at a very dim and very intimate TGI Friday’s while the rest of the world is running errands and then walking through Best Buy hand-in-hand on a whim and thinking about how much I love spending time with him.

And I find myself smiling all the time.

Those are the kinds of things you can’t plan.

I know that.

But this weekend, I wish, just maybe, we could set a time for dinner.

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maybe my singleness IS my fault

OK.  I’m on a dating site. (Again).

And I mostly just ignore 90 percent of the weird guys who try to contact me on said site.

But every once in a while a boy with decent grammar, witty comments and normal-looking pictures comes across my screen, and I give it a go.

I’ve been talking to this one guy for a few day now, and he seems to pass the “NOT CRAZY” test.

And today, he was all “let’s get a drink”

Except, I just realized, while sitting in front of my laptop at 11:45 p.m. after just getting home from work, that my schedule is as follows:

Wednesday: work during the day. youth group planning, work out and see a friend at night.

Thursday: youth group stuff and workout in the morning. work at night.

Friday: work during the day. go to the city at night to hang out with old grad school friends.

Saturday: come back from the city in the morning. take youth group to corn maze at night.

Sunday: church/youth group in the morning. workout in the afternoon, rest at night.

and then Monday, it’s back to work.

Doesn’t leave much time for hot dates does it?

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