So I was e-mailing with my high school best friend yesterday and she recommended that I read this book that she was also reading - called In the Meantime by some lady whose name starts with an I. I'm too lazy to look it up at the moment.
So anyway after work yesterday I went to Barnes & Noble (let's be real, I was just looking for an excuse to drive around with the top down on a sunny day in the high 70s) and bought the book. Then I went to CPK and enjoyed dinner alone while reading the first few pages of the book.
And then I realized.
I am a 26 year old single woman who sits at restaurants eating dinner by herself reading self-help books about what you're to do "in the meantime" before you find true love.
And I burst out laughing. GAaaaaaaaaahhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!
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And I go to movies alone and call them "dates with myself."
Goodness.
All by my seeeeeeeeelf!
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