"Just Too Juicy"

It is almost midnight

I am currently sitting on my bed Indian style

Pillow pet being used as an arm rest

Hello Kitty PJ pants on

Hair in an unruly side pony

Yes I am an adult I swear it...

Okay I may still be a kid/pre-teen/moody teenager at heart. But I think that's what makes me more interesting...right?

So last month I visited my dad and step-mom in Portland Oregon, my home away from home.

I bonded with my step-mom who ended up being pretty rad once I got over my weird step daughter "Don't you dare try and steal my Daddy away" complex.

One night on the way to get some organic ice cream (this is Portland mind you) I was telling my step-mom about this guy Bobby (we won't use real names). I dated Bobby for a short while, about three months. It was perfect, every date was up to "The Bachelorette" standards, fireworks included. Well he ended things out of the blue because he was "abnormally mature" and I was not..(cough cough commitment issues...but that's beside the point).

I have been dealing with the rejection of this tan beautiful man, slowly but surely. (IT HAS BEEN MONTHS by the way).

I mean that shiny smile and those abs of steal are burnt into my brain.

And Bobby singing "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by The Beach Boys naked in bed after breathtaking sex is probably one of my top 10 memories...but yes um... like I said I am dealing with this rejection...slowly...but ummm surely...

Anyway, I was telling her about Bobby briefly, because it comes up like word vomit to every woman (and guy friend) that I know. She began to tell me something that I will never forget...

So I guess someone told her a long time ago, when she was telling THEM about a jack ass of a guy that SHE used to date, that she was "just too juicy for him"... and this doesn't mean she was too fat or anything like that. 

Juicy as in personality...

She tells me that maybe I too, am "just too juicy" for Bobby...

I love that... suddenly my lack of maturity, my spending addiction, my impulsive tendencies, my free spirit, my pillow pet I cuddle with every night all seem less young and immature...But more well... JUICY.

Bobby was beautiful and everything I could have ever wished for...

But sometimes us colorful, fun, juicy girls just aren't boring enough for those Ken doll types...

On to the next one...

Goodnight universe -Sky