Have I become "one of those" women?

Remember this post? And this post? And this post?

I think it would be fair to say I'm a hater when it comes to marriage, relationships, kids and well, marriage.

For all my life this is how I've seen things. And to this day still feel strongly about it. However lately I seem to find myself doing the unthinkable! Like looking at womens wedding rings, going to more wedding receptions, and critiquing the best and the worst of womens choices in wedding dresses.

Who is this woman? You might ask, and to be honest I don't know.

I'm not exactly sure when this started either until last night in class. I have a fellow classmate who is constantly talking about her wedding (which will be in July) and she sucks me into her little crazy bridezilla world. She has me thinking more on what I want at my own wedding someday. I think that is pretty typical of a women to do so I didn't think anything of it until last nights lecture in my parasitology class. I couldn't help but stare at all the womens wedding rings in my class. Especially my teachers, her ring was massive! I suddenly found myself day dreaming in la-la-land about it all, and before I knew it, 45 minutes had past.

45 minutes had pasted thinking about dumb rings!

I was shocked! Since when has this all sneaked up on me? Since when have I been noticing the more women things like that? Normally I run away from that kind of thought or conversation, and now I'm encouraging it? Start the press!

Alright, alright. I may or may not have already been looking around for a ring of my own someday. So maybe that has something to do with it. I think that is no excuse for becoming obsessed!

Have I become one of those women?

You know, the ones that leap to the chance to be involved in the wedding party? Scream up and down for joy when their girlfriends get engaged? Live to throw bridal showers?

ewww!

I don't think I will ever be that extreme, but I'm tired of the day dreaming. How's a girl to learn anything at school? Is this natural? Do I need to see someone?

Oy Vey.

A date to dream about

One of the best parts about the human mind is that in our own thoughts, in our private little corner of the world - nothing is impossible. I often find myself day dreaming, probably more then the average person. I day dream about a lot of things. Ongoing stories in my life, the "what ifs", but more so then not I day dream about the romantic things. For those of you who know me in real life know I am usually running away from romantic things out of fear for the awkwardness that usually comes with it. But in my own mind? In my own thoughts... the awkwardness is never there.

Do I have your attention yet?
...Great!

So here is a little peak into one of my day dreams, my perfect date.

It starts off with me in a remote area next to a beach looking out the balcony right around sunset time. I am by the way rocking this outfit...


I'm taking a few moments to breath in the air and take in the warmth of the sunset all around me. I glance over to a clock hanging in the room behind me and see it is time to go downstairs to my table. My date is patently and anxiously awaiting my presence. I walk down the steps that spiral down to see at the bottom this secluded table.


And who is the man standing next to the table smiling at me? Why it's Gerard Butler of course! Wearing this...


Oops! How did that slip in there? That belongs in my other day dream...ahem... my bad. He is really looking like this...


I get a little giddy after seeing his bright smile so I run and jump into his arms... because I can. He hugs me and I smell his cologne (which is to die for, naturally). After sitting down we have sushi for dinner.


We talk about family, traveling, and the latest books we have read. We exchange stories about our dogs, and most of all we both make each other laugh. Before we know it, the sun is gone and dessert is brought out, melted chocolate and cherries.



Of course with a dessert like that you have to feed each other the cherries... and we do. I'll leave your imagination to how that looks. After the chocolate bowl is empty he takes my hand and we walk down the beach, splashing water and getting to know each other more.

Unfortunately the date has to come to an end and he knows exactly when to tell me good night. He walks me to my doorstep and isn't afraid to wrap his arms around me like he means it. As we say our fair wells he kisses me on the cheek and is out of sight before I know it. With a sigh I walk into my house and fall onto my bed reminiscing the perfect night.

And there you have it, the perfect date.

A girl can dream right?