Not Ready... to be caught.

Since I was in eigth grade older women have loved me, they have wanted to marry me off to their daughters, they have often times, I think- wanted to marry me... or wished that they had married someone like me, I can see it in their eyes. I know, that sounds weird, and maybe even a little weird, but let me explain. I had two sisters, so I know how to deal with girls, I know how to make girls laugh, I know how to dance, to do a cart wheel, to patty cake, how to dance like a madman, how to cook, how to clean, how to put the toilet seat down, how to ask for directions, and how to listen. I like to shop, I like all varieties of music, I like to fish, I like to watch sports, I like to go out and have a good time, I don't mind staying in, I laugh easy, and I am easy to please. However, for all my good intentions, I have not found the right girl to catch, and no matter how many times I have been told, "You would be a great catch" I have decided that I am not quite ready to be caught.

Is that so wrong? Is it such a bad thing to love being single, to love being able to do what I want, when I want, and not have to ask permission? Is it such a bad thing that I enjoy my own company, or the company of a good book? Is it wrong to be a hermit?

I don't think so. I love me. I love spending time with me, eating just what I want, going to bed when I want, leaving the toilet seat up, listening to what I want- I am not ready to share- I shared enough as a child and I am not ready to give up some parts of me just yet. I have not seen a shiny enough lure, I have not been enchanted, or been caught under a spell or struck with an arrow straight through my heart... at least not yet, and I have found in all my twenty-eight years, that when people finally find that perfect someone that the timing is right, and everything works out blissfully well, but each time I have always been told, "don't get in a rush, it's okay to be single, enjoy this time". And so I have decided to take that advice to heart and go and see all the action movies I want, eat all the hot wings I desire, stay up as late as I want, play video games till the wee hours of the morning, spend my disposable income on new clothes and enterainment and hobbies, and one day, when the timing is right, and the lure is bright, I just might bite... and allow myself to be caught, or I might do some catching myself!

Swimming in a sea of creativity...

The world around us is so full of creative colorful people. I am awed by them, wowed by them, inspired by them, and sometimes... envied by them.

I was just at www.mikeruiz.com the photographer who photographed "The Swan" contestants- he's brilliant. I love going to websites and looking at excellent photography. Dooce.com has some excellent photos she has taken herself, and some great links to other amazing photographers. I like to just stop by when I have a free moment and peruse all the wonderful things people have taken the time to capture on film. Frozen little memories, colorful, simple, complex- full of light and shadow, wonderfully, blissfully accurate glimpses of our creator. I see God in all things beautiful and I think that you are beautiful.

I love you.

Edddddxxxxxoooooooo

The Return of Drama... Because I like the Drama.

Sometimes I want something to yell about, sometimes I want something to get mad about, sometimes I want this simple, laid back, drama free life I created for myself to have a little side of Jerry Springer added to it. Ever get that way?

Ever just want to scream at someone, ever want to just hit somebody- ever just want to cuss someone to high heaven and just get it out of your system? Hmm. No? Prude.

I do customer service for a living, yeah, that's me, the guy answering the phones and solving all the problems. That same guy that tells you all the stories about the idiots that call and don't know how to turn their computer on and off- yeah, I have that job- and in that job I always have to be nice- and sometimes I get so sick and tired of being nice and just one time I would like to be real, and say, hey, you are dumb. Your momma is dumb, your daddy is dumb and even your Jack Russell is a retard- but I can't and I never will and my life will be forever boring because of it.

So, I am watching 8 reality shows, American Idol, The Resaurant, Survivor, The Bachelor, WB Superstar, Fear Factor, The Swan, andExtreme Home Makeover, I am not going to deny it, I love reality TV. I love TV period, I can just sit and watch it, and make fun of othe people sitting on my comfy couch, eating Dill pickle chips wishing that I was on a reality TV show like The Real World, so I could scream in someone's face and add some drama back into my life.