#bootyjams

Last Saturday I drank two glasses of wine before I could get to the door. Before I knew it, I was suppose to be sitting across from a man who I had only heard about over conversation and read about over coffee, donning sleepy eyes with a touch of eagerness to get his attention somehow. 

The plight most women have when escaping the realms of their slight loneliness only to find the man too perfect or the boy too meek seems to be an epidemic. I mention this because it resonates with the negative thinking most ladies my age carry around in their purse, knocking into the lip gloss and condoms. 

Gaining inspiration versus a return-text is far more valuable, attainable and rewarding than a silly notion created in the mind to dull the uncomfortable solitude. 

I must remember this rapid ascent into pure self-confidence and sureness. Despite my previous lack of enthusiasm, I'm ready to approach a goal that is slightly abstract than it is recognizably crazy. 

Sincerely,