Apparently active wear is a hot button for me. I met a man I previously thought was hot. He had been wearing Patagonia gear the first time. Now that I've seen him in a button down I wonder what I was thinking. Scary.
Every once in a while I have defining moments. Moments where the general fuzzy ideas in my head come together in one word, making it easier for me to express myself. The question has been asked, "What kind of man do you want?" My usual answer is "a hot one." It doesn't really answer the question, but I haven't been able to put together a suitable answer. I know, I'm 27, I should have a better answer. But my wish list is so big, and usually something close will work. I want a hottie who is nice, and strong, but adores me. It all seems rather vague and full of contradictions. But this morning it struck me. I want a man with integrity. A man with integrity will have the strength to stand up for what he believes in, including his love for me. He will not date me because he wants one thing and thinks that I might fit the bill. He will not ignore the nagging feeling that tells him this isn't going to work. He is strong. Add in a healthy dose of intelligence and he will make intelligent values that he lives by. And if he had a physique, and a non-monsterous face, he'd be Mr. Perfect. Any one out there fitting that description????
I have the most wonderful friends. A few days ago I was sick and a friend came over and made the children and I dinner. Today I mentioned that I was strapped for cash. I walked into the office a half an hour later to find my chair full of toys for my boys. I almost cried. The last thing my boys need are more toys, but it was so generous and heart-felt. I am truly grateful for the wonderful people in my life.
I went running this morning for the first time in weeks. It started when I talked to a friend last night who runs triathalons. She has knee problems and grew up as a heavy girl, but one year later she's the meanest, baddest, hottest chick around. So this morning I forego the usual treturous rollerblading in the dark routine to run. Well....I jogged for a few miles, then walked, then jogged even slower, until I eventually made it back home. After the first mile I managed to get into the rhythm so it didn't hurt so bad. Maybe...just maybe I'll run the triathalon in July. It's only an hour after all.
