Thursday, September 24, 2009

My lonely date: Part 2




When I got home, it was late. I thought for sure that Mushy would be asleep. But as I walked into the kitchen I found him making up a hamburger. I watched him put toghether some bacon, spicy mayo, a patty and smiled. I put my arms around his waist, looked up at him and wanted to cry some more. How I adore this man. I love his quirkyness. Really, who makes a full meal @ 12:30 at night? But I really love the trust and support he gives me. I love how he helps me feel like I can still be me. Like I am not crazy for going to the movies by myself, and like he loves me a little bit more for doing it. I smiled up at him, and realized that while I had fun alone. I missed my Mushy. "I love you" I said. He looked down at me smiled, and kissed my forehead and then started in on his hamburger.  I laughed to myself as I got ready for bed. I felt that I had a very eventful night. 
1: How free and liberating I felt going to a movie all by my self! Who does that?
2: Yes, I even got myself a treat at the movies. 
3:  I cried my eyes out like a baby, and didn't even feel embarassed.
4: Realized that although I liked having the freedom to do things alone, I missed Mushy and realized that I am only alone without him. 
5: Remembered how different girls and boys are, and that while I had felt a span of emotion that evening, Mushy just had a regualr night out.

Mushys Night:
1: Boys night out, watching some fighting matches with a local Ultimate fighting Club.
2: Got home late. 
3: Made his favorite thing to eat, then ate it obscenly late at night. 
4: Went to bed.


Gotta love it.  

Sunday, September 20, 2009

MY LONLEY DATE: Part 1

Last night I went on a date, with myself.
I wore my new favorite LBD.

A fashionable headband, equip with bow and feathers. 
leggings with knee high boots and
my red scarf..... that is rapidly approaching a signature piece. 




"Am I too dressed up for a movie with myself?"I thought as I looked in the mirror before dashing out the door? 

Then I realized that I SHOULD want to look fabulous for my self. I twirled around in the mirror to give my hot bod on last look, and off I went.

As I was walking up to the ticket booth, I passed a group of tween girls. They "oohed" and "awed" as I walked past, and they told me that they loved my outfit. I flashed them a big smile and thanked them, fall the while feeling completley silly and frivilous for wearing such an outft to the movies. Then I bought 1 ticket to the "Time Travelers Wife ." Once inside I splurged and bought myself a kids popcorn combo. It came with a small drink, small popcorn and a packet of fruit snacks. 

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I found my place in the theater, settled in , and started in on my popcorn. As I sat alone I reveled in my oneness. When the movie came to a point that hit me deeply,  I cried my eyes out I appreciated that I was alone. I probably cried longer and harder than I would have if I saw it with anybody else. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the choice I had made to go on a date alone. I felt like I could let loose and cry out some pent up emotion, and then heal all in the space of a movie. As I drove home, I felt like a liberated woman who was confident enough to enjoy life on my own. 


Do you ever go to the movies by yourself? Why or why not?

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I always had aspirations to make it big. Learn French. Move to Paris- for good. Instead, I met my soul mate, and our two lives became one. We decided to make it small, and moved to a little city. The inspiration for this blog came to me, while I was driving on an old country road with the top down and my man at the wheel. As the fields flew by, and the the Wasatch Mountains glowed in the Sunset. I realized that I may never be able to speak French and I will never move to Paris but I had made it big after all. This blog is dedicated to all the little things that make small town living beautiful.