"Have fun while you can."

The above quotation and journal title was said by my 97 year old great aunt.
She asked if I had a boyfriend.
I responded "no".
I was slightly still upset about my pre-summer breakup.
She replied "Good. It's better that way."
*Insert confused reaction here.*
"Have fun while you can. Life's too short to be anything but happy."

So true.


So... Let the random dating adventures commence.
I've met the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And the freaking gorgeous too.

I've had first dates, sleep overs, and texting buddies.
I've had ice cream, coffee, beer, and shots. Lot of shots.
I've had handsome, muscular, tattooed military men.
I've had gas/oil workers with Southern accents and deep pockets.
I've had old flames recycled from summers past. Some are still burning.
I've met boys online, at the bar, and through friends of friends.
I've had great kissers, super snugglers, and some who I made drop me off on the corner so they couldn't see where I lived.
I've had guys I can't believe I agreed to meet, and some who I want to have their babies.


Sometimes I'm ready to ditch them all and wait for Mr. Right to come find me.
Sometimes I'm too busy having fun with Mr. Right Now to even worry about that.
Sometimes I love lots of attention from lots of random boys. Sometimes it's exhausting.
Sometimes I forget which boy has which turn on. It's a big difference between ears and nipples.


Long story short - I want my happily ever after. I want the fairy tale. I want the boyfriend turned fiancee' turned husband turned father of my children. All of my children. Not the soap.

But, I'm 26 (and a half). I want to settle down, but I ain't settlin for anything less than everything.