You know what? I would like a boyfriend.
It’s cold. People aren’t meant to be alone when it’s cold. People are meant to share hot chocolates and snuggle beneath a single blanket and argue over who’s feet are colder. People are meant to spend their weekends hand in hand, crunching crisp leaves underfoot… not going to peace rallies on their own.
Not that I didn’t enjoy Saturday’s rally at Independence Mall or the march to City Hall that followed; I just wish I hadn’t had to go by myself. I did run into a friend of mine (as opposed to a friend of my mother’s, which is rare for me in a city where the majority of my social life is still comprised of either dating or hanging on my parents’ coattails) but she had to leave early.
Nonetheless, I stayed. And I marched. And I carried a little pink sign bearing the same message as the FCNL sticker on my lap top: War is not the answer.
I then sat in solidarity with the Occupiers at City Hall until I could no longer ignore the Macy’s gift card that was burning a hole in my pocket.
(What can I say… sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.)
In my unending quest to stop be so damn afraid of sexy lingerie, I took the escalators straight up to the third floor and headed to the “Intimates” department. My intent was simply browse, but then I thought to myself, “What the hell?”
I spend my evenings either A) collapsing into bed too tired to do anything or B) curling up with a paperback, a cup of tea and the friendlier of my parents’ dogs (although even he leaves me when someone better comes along).
It’s high time I forgo quantity for quality and if I’m gonna start indulging in co-ed sleepovers again, I’m gonna need some new accessories.
I grabbed three pieces ranging from tasteful to tacky and headed into the fitting room. One coupon, one gift card and one legitimate accessory later (I ask you: how is a girl supposed to pass up a bright red cloche when its 25% off?) I was the proud new owner of a hat and a… well… you know.
Granted, I still haven’t worn the last unmentionable I purchased but it’s like the old saying goes: if you build it, they will come.
(Or so I’m telling myself.)
Now, before I wrap up for a today, some quick housekeeping: I’ve been working on some really great posts for this week but both Date #7 and The Wedding Date are reading my blog—regularly—and given the potential for misunderstandings, hurt feelings, inflated egos and a whole host of unfortunate things I’d rather not deal with, I’m going to hold off on saying anything about either of them for the next… well, 24 hours at least.
Wish me luck.
- Photos: Occupy San Francisco Marches on City Hall (sfist.com)
- Occupy Philadelphia on the march to the bell (philly.com)
- The Good Thing About Ambivalence (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)