Tall Dark and Handsome

Oh my gosh. I'm actually back. It's true. I haven't blogged in ... well, I don't actually know how long it's been. But I actually am posting today! I'm sitting in class and I can't read through the scenario I was given anymore. It's making my head hurt. So I decided to reconnect with the world. So, what to talk about. Hmmm...well, first, I started a new job so I'll start with that.



I love not teaching. Let me say that again. I LOVE not teaching! I heard on the news that some superintendent was saying something to all professional educators and some other people (I stopped listening) and I felt this warm, fuzzy feeling inside because it DIDN'T apply to me! I'm not a teacher anymore! Happy happy day! (To all of you who teach, I'm impressed. I truly don't know how you do it. I'm amazed by you. I'm humbled by you. I respect you. I just couldn't do it anymore.)



Hmmm...what else should I blog about? How about boys! The joy and bane of every girl's existence. Have you ever met that guy that's tall, dark, handsome, smart, funny, sweet, and has a really sexy voice? You know that guy? The one that makes you go weak at the knees? Yeah, I met that guy. And he's all that and more. And I'd wrap him up and take him home if I could. (For you Twilight fans, this guy could give Edward Cullen a run for his money!) If only he'd be honest with me. Why do boys have to complicate things so much? It's not hard. Isn't it simple and logical to simply discuss a problem then move on? What's emotional or irrational about that? I've come to the conclusion that because guys don't feel things the same way girls do, they view us as "emotional" and "illogical." (I don't know what's illogical about feeling things. Maybe someone could explain that.) But it seems extremely emotional and illogical to lie to someone, get mad at them, and not simply state the problem and work out a solution. Call me crazy, but that whole state the problem/work out a stolution thing seems pretty logical to me. Hmmm...

Speaking of boys, I had a couple guys on my floor invite me to watch the fight with them the other night. By the time I got there, they were fairly drunk. Yeah, so one of them tried to hold my hand. And then he asked me if I was married and I thought to myself, "You just tried to hold my hand and NOW you're asking if I'm married? And why are you hitting on me if you think I could be married?!" And then he hit me with (drumroll please) "I'm married and I have two kids. My wife doesn't care if I sleep around as long as I don't bring another woman home with me." I mean, what do you say to that? "Oh, that's nice. She sounds like a great girl."?!?!? HELLOOOO! She does NOT sound like a great girl! She sounds like a floozy! (I never thought I'd get to use "floozy" in one of my posts. Cool.) So then he goes on about how he can only sleep with a girl who is somewhat intelligent. I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, well one of you should have some intelligence." Except that any halfway intelligent girl ISN'T GOING TO SLEEP WITH HIM! So I guess he's SOL. It was weird. And then last night a guy asked if he could take me to get some hot chocolate and he was nice and intelligent and funny and so I said yes. Hold the phone! He tried to kiss me! He'd known me all of 45 minutes and he tried to kiss me! SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE ME FROM THE MADNESS!!!

So my one question is, why won't Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome ask me out? Do I have, "Hi I'm Rachel and I'm easy" tattooed in some invisible ink on my forehead that only the super aggressive guys can read and I'm not even aware of? Seriously! I'M NOT EASY!!! Why doesn't hot guy with the great voice and great personality to boot ask me out?! Why do all the good ones have to be shy? :-( Does anyone have any answers to these age-old questions? If you do, please help me out!

Well, it's time for me to go get in my daily workout. Swimsuit season is coming and I'm not ready! Heck, my physical fitness test is coming and I'm not ready. Yikes!