Girl night.
Read that correctly. I'm not having a "Girls Night" ...I'm having a girl night. A night where I'm being a total girl about everything, including obsessing over my hair and what I'm going to where the next time I see a cute boy, bruting that I'm "too fat" and listening to depressing love songs. And thinking. Tons of that.
You know, I'm just not a giant fan of the hook-up culture that has seemed to develop. And being single and in my 20's in this day-and-age, it's hard to survive it. And for those of you who have no idea of what I'm talking about, it goes a little something like this:
Meet a guy. Probably through a mutual friend. Or at a party. Check him out. Wonder if he's checking you out. Check each other out. Do the eye thing. Do the flirting thing. Do the chatting thing. Do the "we should hang out sometime!" thing. Meet up with him again at a party or with mutual friends, in a group. Drink. Talk. Talk more. Drink more. Laugh. Repeat. Get to know each other. Exchange numbers.
Become immediately glued to your phone. Spend the whole weekend wondering if he'll call you. Debate calling him. Become impatient because he hasn't called yet. Get online. Feel your insides do a little dance when you see that he's friend requested you on Facebook. Accept it. Spend the next hour stalking him. Try to decide if he was dating any of the pretty girls in his profile pictures. Get angry because you realize how pathetic facebook stalking is. Realize that he still hasn't called. Sulk. Pout. Repeat.
Run into him at another party or eating out with friends or someplace. Wave. Hug. Talk about your week and how busy you've both been. Talk about how great the weekend will be when it finally comes. Hope that he'll make some kind of plans with you. Feel crushed when he doesn't. Continue waiting to hear from him. Continue facebook stalking. Continue pouting.
Finally get a text from him. Relax after the mini-heart attack is over. Read the text, he asks, "whats up??" Text back. You tell him whats up. He asks if you'll be at a party later. You say yes and make a plan to meet up. Spend the next 3 hours perfecting your outfit and makeup. Feel like puking from all the excitement.
Meet up with him. Hang out and talk. Laugh. Drink. Repeat. Get a little drunk. Get a little sloppy. Get kissed. Do an excited little dance (on the inside). Continue this routine of texting, partying, hooking up.
Start getting tired of the "walk of shame." Realize that you're pretty damn awesome and wonder why you're still single. Contemplate confronting him about why he's stupid for not realize how awesome you are. Scratch that idea. But think about it a lot. Decide that you're done with the hookup scene.
Drink. Hook up again. Drink and hook up again. Repeat.
Wonder how some hookups turn into relationships and how some don't. Watch some flourish and some fail. Freak out.
Occasionally hook up, but starting wanting more. Eventually start day dreaming about a different kind of guy. The kind that ask for your number right away. The kind that call you instead of text. The kind that don't rely on facebook to communicate with you.
A guy who tries to impress you with everything he's got. A guy who subtly asks about your favorite food and then takes you to a restaurant that serves it. Who tries to cook for you even though he doesn't know how. Asks about your favorite movies and then watches them so he can bring them up and sound cool. Listens to your favorite songs so he can sing along to them with you.
A guy who really tries to get to know you. A guy who listens to all of your stories and tells you all of his secrets. Who laughs even when you tell the joke wrong. Who insists that you look fine even when you're in sweats and your hair is a mess.
A guy who thinks you're beautiful, inside and out.
A guy who who thinks you're worth giving his heart to.
Finally, a guy who's worth the risk.
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