Wow, Am I A Classy Girl

I have an account at OKCupid, and there in my profile I say that I’m not too much of a partier and I don’t go to clubs very often. Truth is; I don’t have a whole lot of social life beyond my friends… not that I’m complaining. But I haven’t been on a date in six weeks, and that date six weeks ago wasn’t a whole lot of fun. I‘m tempted to go into detail about that, but I don’t want to bore anyone who might be reading this.

Anyway, I’m going to come right out and state that I'm excited about Wednesday because Wednesday I'm going out on an actual date with a funny, nice guy. The guy I’m going out with will probably read this, but that’s okay, I think he already knows this stuff. I’ve never been the type of girl good at hiding her enthusiasm. I have pretty much accepted the fact that I can sometimes act like a genuine dork, and I do mean "genuine".

So about 11 AM this morning I decided that I needed to do some shopping. I didn't have much time so I quickly threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and gargled (I decided I could floss later). I then dashed out to my car and hurried to the mall.

I rushed through about three stores. While I was scurrying around, I noticed that I seemed to be getting some strange glances. Sometimes the glances would be accompanied by a smile or even a giggle. I looked down at myself and as far as I could see, everything was in order. I was wearing a summer dress, and I had not put it on backwards. My shoes were a matching pair. It was perplexing.

I ended up buying one casual, lace top, and kind of a pretty but inexpensive necklace. Even though I was in a hurry, when I got out to the car I decided to take a moment to see how the necklace would look when I wore it. As I held it around my neck and glanced into the rearview mirror, I saw a pale-blue glob hanging from my chin. It swear it looked like a tiny stalactite. For a few seconds the sight scared me. I thought it was a strange growth sprouting from my skin. But when I touched the small, weird lump, a bit came off onto my fingertips. It was of course toothpaste. Apparently an hour earlier I had been in too big a hurry to adequately wipe my face before leaving the bathroom.

For the next minute or so I thought back on my shopping excursion, trying to recall who had seen me wearing a glob of toothpaste and generally looking disgusting. In the end I came to the conclusion that there was no point in feeling embarrassed after the fact. Hopefully come Wednesday I won’t make the same mistake, but, well, since it is me, who knows. :)