Anyway, I was listening to her, and I realized that I think part of the reason I love her so much (aside from, you know, her incredible hotness), is because a lot of her songs are angry, you-broke-up-with-me-and-I'm-pissed songs, and that kind of defines. . .no, not defines me, but I can relate. On several different levels.
I was thinking about my latest "relationship" and how a lot of Kelly Clarkson songs seem to fit into how that went. I mean I fell absolutely head over heels for this guy, and it was just a smorgasboard of bad idea + bad timing + just not right. But even now, I'm still working on getting over it. That's part of the reason I'm so eager to try to get out into the whole dating thing. Maybe it's not healthy, but I feel like if I can get my mind off of it entirely, I'll be better off.
To be fair, I'm a lot better off than I was. I don't get mopey when we're in the same place and I don't want to jump him every time I see him, so I'm. . .healing, for lack of a better word. Once I get out of this town, I'll be 100% better about it, I'm sure.
And yet, and yet. I'm still pleased when he sees me and looks happy to see me. That doesn't make me sad and pathetic, does it? I feel like it's one of those things where I like to know that he hasn't completely written me off, because before we "dated," we were amazing friends.
Enough about that.
1. Why football is better than sex
Last night, I was going to the game I mentioned with CousinCasey, her husband, and her husband's BFF.
(I'm going to take an interlude here and mention that I never realized how difficult it would be to try to keep some sense of anonymity with this blog. I didn't want to mention, for the most part, real people and places, because I didn't want to get in trouble if anyone that, perhaps, I work for, came across it. But it's so difficult. What if I just kept my own name fake and the paper's name fake and maybe my boss' name fake and used other people's real names? Is that doable? To be fair, some nicknames will stay (i.e. McHotpants), because I actually call him that and I also have some people that I really have nicknames for that I DON'T call them, but that's how I refer to them to people. I also won't use last names. Ready? Let's go.)
So, I went to the game with Carrie, Frank, and Steph. We were driving through the town and I was saying, "Hey, I should be on a date right now." And then I was explaining that part of the reason I knew that OnlineDateGuy wasn't going to work out for me was because I could tell he was the type of guy that would, probably not too far into the relationship, expect that sex was the logical next step, and I'm just not looking to add that to my list of Things In My Life. I mean, there's only one person I've ever been involved with that I've even CONSIDERED taking that step with (and I never did) so I don't see myself starting a "relationship" with someone and that even being an issue.
I sat there for a second, and I said, "Oh my God. Do you realize that this means I'd rather go to a football game. . .a high school football game. . .than begin the steps toward sex? I'd rather watch football than have sex."
Carrie said it was a mature thing of me, really, and I tend to agree, but it was just kind of interesting to think about it in that manner.
(Another thought. If I ever put pictures of myself on here, it'll render my fake name moot, if people know me. Oh well. I'm keeping it, because I really do hate my name.)
2. The Game or Damn, I Miss High School Football
So the big game. (This picture does more to tell everyone exactly where I am. . .) County Clash 2008. It was kind of awesome. On our way, we were trying to decide who we wanted to go for. I tend toward being a THS fan for whatever reason. However, it was a home game at PHS, and they also have better colors, so we decided to go for PHS. However, once we got in, the place was PACKED, and we couldn't get over to the PHS side and we had to stand among rabid THS fans, so we had to cheer for them. But secretly, we were rooting for PHS. And, in the end, I was glad THS won. (28-10) I was just excited to be there.
We were right down at the fence, but there were people in front of us for a lot of it. During the last quarter, we were able to get right up to the fence, and that was pretty amazing. I'm planning on going to more games, because it was. . .oddly exciting. Plus, I was rocking out to the THS marching band. I couldn't not dance. I'm sure I looked exactly as white as I am, but it was fun.
I'm exhausted. It's bedtime. Next time, the Job From Hell, Biltmore House and whatever else I come up with between now and then.
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