One day moreeee until Spring Break! It's easy to let that be a distraction...especially when you have a test soon and a paper due tomorrow...yikes! Oh well as soon as they're over I don't have to worry about them at all during Spring Break! Hopefully I can fulfill my lent promise (or whatever its called) since I will be separated from my tempting distractions...A girl can dream, right? On the topic of my 'tempting distractions' (Great word choice, ha!) I guess I should say one of them is most definitely boys. Who da thunk? As a single twenty something year old you can't help but wonder, "When will I get a boyfriend?", "Why am I still single?" and lastly "Will I get married?". That is a whole heck of a lot of pressure to be under in college but those thoughts almost always creep in. Every girl I have ever spoken to has had a similar if not the same thoughts. Something I've come to terms with recently is that God has never promised us a spouse (or a boyfriend), he promises us something so much more fantastic than love from an earthly being. He promises us eternal happiness with a heaping side of unending love. Who can complain about that? That is some pretty fantastic news, if you ask me. Besides...you can buy a cat...or three.
Memory #38
In honor of dumb stinky boys I decided to share with ya'll today the story of my first 'heart break'. Unless you count the time in kindergarten when Robert totally wouldn't sign my cast...jerk. My first 'boyfriend' was when I was in my sophomore year of high school (So I had just turned 16) and I was SMITTEN. I mean it was like the stereotypical first boyfriend reaction, I might not have been so much as smitten with said boy but smitten by the idea that someone actually wanted to date me. So we dated for all about a month and a half (I know it was like totally serious and stuff) and since neither of us could drive and we attended two different high schools our relationship consisted of texting each other all day and hanging out at church (Romantic, right?). I remember when the 'relationship' started to go down hill and I was too embarrassed to say anything to my mom or friends, especially since I'm known for over thinking and analyzing other people's actions. Around Christmas time I started to get anxious. "What do I get for my boyfriend for Christmas?" "Does he even still like me?" Really dramatic things like that.
My mom was like, "Girl, just make him some cookies." So I did, because that was a fairly normal and noncommittal gift. So I spent ALL day making my moms famous and complicated butter cookie recipe, wrapped them up in a real cute package including a real adorable note (Because that's how I roll) and showed up at church. Where he dumped me. Cue worlds smallest violin playing sad song. Yup. Of course at the time I was devastated. I hadn't cried when I arrived home but I suppose the look on my face gave it away, because I remember my dad (upon looking at me) saying, "Honey, -insert boy name here- is gay." (and I mean that in the sense indicating that he is a homosexual) and I remember my mom hugging me and snuggling me as I just laid there and cried. Then my mom found the cookie box and we ate half of the cookies. Cause that's how we roll.
Moral of the story: Boys suck, moms rule.
Love Always,
Erin
P.S.
Tomorrow I'll give part 2 to this story. Its a doozy
P.P.S
Boys stink
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