Hearing First Hand Accounts of Yourself.

One day during my freshman year of college, I was in the community bathroom just finishing my shower, when I heard a coworker and another girl talking. It didn't take me long to realize that they were talking about me. They didn't know I was there and spoke freely thinking that I would never know. It was interesting to learn their perspective of the situation and what they thought of me. I think they were jealous.

Well, a similar but much more comical situation happened to my roommate. So, get this. My fun, personable, 18-year-old, cosmetologist roommate set me up with a guy who came in to get his hair cut. We went out to dinner about a month ago to...Dairy Queen. Now it would be one thing to meet there for ice cream, but for dinner it is a different story. I intended to post about it, but I never got around to it. So we joke around about it and like to get other people's reactions. Well, it so happened that yesterday she set up my other roommate with another of her clients and gave him a polite recommendation to not take her to Dairy Queen. She kept joking about it as she gave the next client a hair cut, exclaiming bewilderedly, "Who would take a girl to Dairy Queen on a first date!?"

So, the guy gives her a good tip and as he leaves, says, "I don't like to do big things on first dates." It took her a little while and some help from her boss to realize that he was the guy who took me to DQ! She was humiliated. When she got home she told me the story and we had a good laugh. Then, about 10 minutes later, I got a text from the guy. He wrote that he hoped that I didn't think he was a jerk for taking me to DQ and that he is not cheap. The thing is, money doesn't mean much to me. It's the effort. What are the chances?! All in all, I think things smoothed over enough. The hard part is that I will most likely be seeing him at church on Sunday.

So, guys, if you are going to take a girl to DQ, just tell her that you are going for ice cream, and you won't have any problems.

Amusement Parks Bring Out the Weirdos.

Every year my company takes us to Lagoon, a local amusement park, for our summer party. I look forward to it every year because it is free and I get half the day off, paid. I probably would never go otherwise. It's smaller, the rides are short and the lines are long, but it is sufficient. I enjoy the rush of the rides. But I think I would be plenty entertained there not going on the rides and just watching the people. I like to watch people; and there, there are all sorts. I am sure they think I am creepy and that I am judging them, but if they think that then they're judging me and we would be even. Well, as I was waiting in line for my favorite ride, Colossus—one with a lot of drops and loops—I happened to look down at a rather masculine foot with polished toe nails. I'm still wondering what the logic is. I thought I would share.


Some times, the farther away the better. But just in case you wanted a close-up.

Three Days of Wakeboarding and Still Not Sick of It.