New Years was, interesting. Opted for the friend in Riverside. There was one (one) single man there (Eddie doesn't count, he's like my brother). He was in his 40's and really not my type. I'm going to stop the story right here and put out the disclaimer that I had a lot to drink. I intended to only have a little, but I don't like to be a party pooper and so when the drinking game called for shots, I had shots. (back to the story) Apparently, I fell for the oldest trick in the book when 40 year old asked if he could stand with me and kiss me at midnight. I was thinking a kiss along the lines of on the cheek or maybe quick peck on the mouth at most. I was not expecting 40 year old to stick his tounge in my mouth. And Me, being drunk and surprised, kissed back. When I realized what I was doing, I quickly removed myself from the situation at hand, and "oh my! there's something on the floor I need to pick up right now" (blah, blah, eew) and when I stood up, the conversation went like this:
40yrold: wow you're a great kisser, where did you learn to kiss like that?
Me: Uh, lots of practice?? (eew, EEW)
Thankfully, Eddie happened by at that moment, and I was able to cleanse myself by kissing his cheek, then W and twin happened by and they helped the process by planting one on my smacker, but I'm still icked out despite telling myself that I behaved no worse that a night in TJ (actually better because I didn't freak with anyone) .
Meanwhile, I woke up with a headache and neck ache, which I attributed to sleeping on the floor, but realized last night that it was from head banging to AC/DC. oops. oh well, it's feeling much better today.
Also, while I don't really make resolutions, I have resolved to try to do the following:
Stop thinking of myself in negative, depressing terms such as "Spinster" and "Old Maid" and start thinking of myself as a highly eligeable bachelorette. I mean, men can be eligeable bachelors and it's a good thing (I remember JFK Jr being referred to as this before he married). In fact it makes them more desireable, right? So I think I deserve better than to think I am not desireable. and I encourage all my single lady friends to see themselves the same way. We and not refuse, we are not wasted, we just haven't chosen which of many men we want to grace with our permenant presence. So there.