February192002

I felt like a new font. I've been using Trebuchet for EVEYTHING these days. Thought I'd shake things up a little...you know how it is: Sunrise, Sunset, Turn turn turn, Long Live Rock and all that jazz. Sometimes a little change is good.

So there's a 2002 Mystic Green Sentra out there that my father is currently negociating prices over. Coche shopping was very successful, so hopefully by the end of February, I'll be cruising around the streets of Stroudsburg...but very anally and very carefully. We all know how I am with the Altima, and that's a 94. When the salesman was showing me the cup holders I was like "Oh no no no no no!! There will be no drinking in this car!" and then when we got to the cigarette lighter I said "Oh no no no no ABSOLUTELY NO! There will be NO smoking in this car!" Currently I'm debating allowing passengers in it. I told Sam I'd be wrapping people in saran wrap before they're allowed to sit in it...just in case. In case of what, you may ask? Well, myfriends, you just never know.

Faithful Journal Reader Dave has more than deserved an entry dedicated to him. Aside from IMing me links about seemingly every car under the sun (especially the WRX) and financing rates (along with a picture of some naked guy's asshole, which I have seen quite enough times, thankyouverymuch, Mr. Weber) Dave has quickly become my advice guy. He gives his opinions straight up and somehow manages to say the things that I needed to hear, even if I had tried to convince myself that they weren't true.

I've said this about a million times over the three years I've had this journal (Damn you AOL and Homestead for each losing a year of it)(Geocities, don't dick me over!) but you're going to hear it again. I assume that if you read this, you know me...or at least have a pretty decent idea of what I'm about. So, that being true, we know how that even if I don't have a boyfriend, I still have box of Boy Toys and a shelf of Trophy Guys. Sometimes I mess with their heads, sometimes they mess with mine. All's fair in love and war, right? Or something like that. I digress...

So Friday I was waiting for dear old Dad to pick me for a weekend of car shopping, Val seeing, friend visiting and toy playing. There's been no play time around these parts for a little while. While I'm waiting, I'm chatting with Dave and my weekend plans come up and he says "Did you ever just think about being alone for a while?" Ton of bricks. Right then and there. What the hell? This is not a new concept or a phrase that has never been uttered in my presence, but at that very moment in my life, it just hit me. He's right.

Discussed cars with Dad the whole way home and then got into the Altima and made a quick 5 minute "Hi, I'm here, I'm home, and you know you want me" (lol, I'm not arrogant or anything) stop and while there were only verbal exchanges, I felt like garbage. Dave's silly little sentence just ruined everything. I couldn't have been happier. Well, almost.

The Trophy...screw 'em, but not literally, of course, since that would just defeat the purpose.

But the Toy. I hate to call him that, because he really is a big sweetie. But due to numeric, parental and legal reasons, it could never work the way I'd want it to. And dragging things out like we've been wont be good for either of us in the long run. But let's just say that he got the benefit of being the best (and probably only) home run hitter on the little league team. And I got a lot out of it too. I got treated with genuine kindness and respect. And I know I'm not all into girlie crap, but I melt when you hold the door open for me. Puddle. Guys like that are the best.

But lately I haven't been holding my own doors around ESU. I'm afraid to elaborate, because whenever I think anything even slightly good about anything of this nature. BAM. No more thinking for this girl. You'll all just have to wait and see like I do.

But thanks to Dave, I'm not rushing for an answer. I'm not really looking for one, either. One day at a time, one coffee at a time, we'll see. So while I packed away all my old toys and trophies (no long goodbyes, just a hug and a "See ya") I closed a door on a long ass chapter of my life and right now I'm just relishing in the solitare (no, not a typo, I meant Spider Solitare) and going to bed when I want...not waiting up past my bedtime for certain phone-impared people to call. But they always say, when one door closes, another one opens somewhere.

And I like the one who's been holding them for me....

This entry is dedicated to the wonder that is Dave. Thanks for all the long laundry talks. As long as you keep dishing the good advice, I'll fold anytime. You know what I'm putting down? =)