“hi. yes, i promise i’m 24.”

A funny/sad story…

Saturday, I was stressing about work I had to get done… told a friend I probably couldn’t socialize, couldn’t hang, but he didn’t take “no” for an answer and I agreed to go to the Art Fair for a whole second.

And I’m so glad I did.  Twas awesome.  I bought a cool print of the cookie monster for our kitchen, fell in love with some jewelry by Portland artists that I couldn’t afford, ate my weight in kettle corn and hung out with Dabs… holler!  Dabney was running the kids’ face-painting booth, so [naturally], I had her paint a dinosaur on my cheek.  It was spectacular.

So, when all was seen, enough music was heard and I had something for the walls of our kitchen, I decided it was time to head back to work.

I have to get out, sit somewhere, to work harder, better, faster.  [stronger.]  So, I went to a local coffee shop to sit and work.  After a couple hours, I became a bit distracted by a bit of eye-candy that was milling around.  A very cute guy was putting up his artwork on the walls for an upcoming show.  I didn’t pay all that much attention at first… but then I noticed him looking my way…

No, no… It’s nothing… He’s not looking at me.  Okay, yes, he is definitely looking at me… Ohp, and again!  Here he comes… Oh man, he’s coming my way…

We small-talked about his photography, his show, not much… He mainly wanted to measure the wall I was sitting next to.  Then he walked back across the cafe but still relentlessly looked at me.

Now, this being the first time in almost a year that a good-lookin’ guy [in the same room as me] has given me the stare-down, I started to get a bit giggly on the inside.  [i don’t care.  i’m not sorry.]

We exchanged some special glances and then it was time for me to go.  I packed up my stuff, walked out, he looked over, waved, and me [being the most awkward girl in the world] didn’t actually say “bye”, but some how mouthed it in an uncomfortably slow-motion sort of way.  As awkward as the parting ways was, I was still kinda psyched…

I stepped outside, started walking towards my bike, sporting a huge smile.  I glanced in a shop window on the way and immediately stopped.  The smile disappeared from my face as I stared at my reflection and said to myself… out loud…

“Son of a bitch, I have a dinosaur on my face.”