Greetings to all my wonderful blog readers! I know there's at least two of you out there ;) You could all leave me some love so I know you're there ...
Today is a good day. I just finished a 45 minute run, and there's nothing better than just feeling happy and at peace with yourself.
Yesterday I went dress shopping. Yes, I know, horrifying! But I did need a dress for banquet, which I am going to date or date-less.
It all started on Wednesday when I got asked—over FACEBOOK, no less—to the banquet. I politely declined. And not only because he asked me over facebook, but because when I really thought about it, my enjoyment of the evening is worth way more than having or not having a date. If I do go to the banquet with someone, it will be someone who will make that evening very special and fun, not someone who I barely know. I did feel horrible rejecting him, but that's the way it goes sometimes.
Getting asked did start me thinking though ... because there is this one guy at school who I desperately want to ask me. And I feel like an idiot and going back on everything I said before saying it, but it's true. So I may as well admit it.
He's everything I said I wanted in a guy: smart, nice, funny, and cute. One of the very few truly intelligent people at school.
Of course, the chances of him asking me are pretty slim. But that's okay. I've decided to have a great evening regardless of what happens. Thus, getting a dress that made me feel pretty.
My Dad took me shopping in the city on Friday. Let me just say, being sort of a non-shopper, I had no idea that it was Black Friday, a.k.a. the biggest shopping event of the year. There were so many people everywhere it was overwhelming! But I did find a lovely dress that's just my style. Not a garish colour, not glitzy and girly, not attention-seeking—understated, sort of gypsy-ish and it fits perfectly. Third dress I tried on to, which was good, because my shopping limit doesn't go much beyond that. I even brushed it aside when the sales lady asked if my dad was my husband. I don't trust the opinions of people with only four bottom teeth.
The only problem is, now that I have the perfect dress I can't help imagining the perfect guy on my arm as well ... and here I am, turning into a crushing teenage girl. Ah well. I'm sure my dream will be shattered and I'll be back to reality soon enough.
Yours always,
Angel
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