If I Hit Stuff, I'd Hit That

"Did You Just Fart? Because You Just Blew Me Away"
Nothing excites my heart more than to hear corny flirtatious jokes shared in good taste. My cousin, Fannie, was telling me a bunch of them and it made me laugh uncontrollably. I told her that she had to stop or else she'll turn me into an incestuous lesbian. lol.

Are you Vietnamese? Because I'm falling PHO you!
This one got my head thrown back and hyuking for a couple of Mississippis as I was ladling soup for myself at our early Thanksgiving feast at my grandparents' house. This is what life should be about. Family and sharing fun times.

I realized that pick up lines only work for certain people. If you're fairly good looking, then these corny lines make you seem charming and personable. If it was some guy that repulses you, then it's not so charming. I guess that's why I refuse to flirt. They might look at me like I'm some sort of creeper. Handsome people get away with a lot of things. They make friends easily and get all the attention. I guess I wasn't meant to be a pretty girl. And that's fine, I guess. I hate attention, anyways. I don't like people eying me down and analyzing me. I want to live in somewhat obscurity. I want guys to observe my personality rather than make me share my beef. You can't tell much about me just by talking to me because I can be shy and indifferent. If you studied me, I think I'd be likable on most days. With my OCD, I'm sure you'd occasionally see me knocking on wood and walls. Maybe even see me stepping on my favorite pavement cracks.

All I need is one or two great loves in my life. I don't need a bunch of guys to pay attention to me. All I need is one great one at a time. There are over 3 billion guys out there. I refuse to believe that there is not one person out there for me. I refuse to believe that when a great love is over, that there isn't a greater one out there waiting.

But if I were to hide myself in a cave somewhere, would I still be able to have love come looking for me? I've lived life pretty mundanely. What have I done for a guy to go to all that trouble to come find me? Maybe they're like me. They know there is a great love out there for them. If I knew of my great love, I'd go searching for him too. Simply put: it's all about love, baby.