Denied!

So there’s this hunky guy I was interested in.

I went to the bar he was at, grabbed a seat, and intended to do my best at flirting, which was awfully brave of me given that only three days earlier someone told me I SUCKED AT FLIRTING.

Per my usual, I fell back on chatting with another man, making casual conversation while I tried to work up the guts to do something flirtatious.

My evil plan was to wait until the end of the night and see if he’d bring me home with him.

Inelegant, overly subtle as it may be, that was my plan.

Not long after I sat down we were joined by another woman.

Pretty soon it dawned on me that she was there for the same reason I was.

To hook up with the hunky guy.

“Well, this is AWKWARD,” I thought to myself.

Just then a friend came up to me at the bar.

“Is he chasing you?” she asked.

“No. . .” I replied.

“Then let’s go. I’ll help you meet someone,” she offered.

I was stubborn, though.

My ever present optimism was shining through.

The evening progressed.

I started to feel crappy, like I was throwing myself after someone who totally lacked all knowledge of my value.

Ad that was when I got up off my bar stool make my goodbyes, and left the bar.

My pride was a little bit in tatters, my optimism was flagging, and my ego was a little bruised.

Nevertheless, I managed to leave.

Michelle – 1, Hunky Guy – 0.

Wedding Season

I know there’s such a thing as “wedding season.”

When all the brides and grooms decide to take advantage of the pleasant weather and throw a party to celebrate their nuptials.

I LOVE going to weddings, but sadly haven’t attended that many.

Maybe 6 or 7 in my entire lifetime.

That’s not too many considering I’m including my own.

So you can imagine I was THRILLED when I got invited to a friend’s DESTINATION wedding in Yosemite.

What could be better than visiting the sequoias, listening to a rushing river, and watching two people I care about remind me that love is a beautiful thing?

I always feel, if only for a little while, optimistic about my own love prospects.

I am reminded that yes, I actually want something more than flings in my life.

That I’d like to invest my care and concern in another human being.

It all seems so real and possible when I’m at a wedding.

Other people find it.

Why not me?