I keep forgetting I'm small. It's never really an issue because I can reach the top shelf to get the hot chocolate mix myself and in the world of adults that's where the line is drawn. I may dance around said line, having once stood on my tip toes to change a light bulb, but I figure that's been it. Once I stopped having to use a stool, I just about forgot the whole height thing. Maybe it’s because of my bogus over confidence or the uncanny ability of being blindsided by the obvious, but somewhere along that line it got lost.
In the moments before it was found, I was browsing Yahoo! Personals (mainly because it's funny). I started to go through the local Burlingtonites directory for giggles and I just kept clicking ‘next page’. I’ll preface the rest of this by saying I’m not desperate - but at
While laughing at the 20 year old divorcees, 58 year old former show girls, and the rest of this town, I did what everyone does: I started taking it to seriously. Like when you're on face book and you start following friends of friends until the next thing you know you're checking out some guy from USC. And the guy looks like a real creep, but you swear to God you wound up back at his place drunk on a Saturday night two years ago, where the only solid memory connecting it all it is the haunting smell of key lime pie.
Tonight I wound up legitimately browsing personals. I. Feel. Dirty.
Reminders for class: Oh, and I came up short. *rimshot*
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