The Dateable Dork

Peeps, I’m on vacation this week.  And you know what?  I’m LOVING it.  Very rare is the occasion in which hard-working DD is actually off from work with nothing to do.  I’m not sick and relegated to my couch, I’m not busy running errands, I’m not traveling or visiting family or doing anything whatsoever.  I’ve got a week to myself, and dudes, it’s fucking AWESOME.  Note to anyone who needs a break: the cheesy “staycation” (as folks like to call it) is actually friggin great, and I would highly recommend it.  Just take some time off and enjoy yourself, god damn it. 

Below is a summary of my day today (i.e., the ideal vacation day that I wish I could do every single day of the year).  Yes, that seems like a lot to live up to, but I’m a simple girl, and simple things make me very, very happy.  : )

1.  Went to the movies by myself again (I’m telling you, this is my new favorite hobby) and enjoyed another totally cathartic crying fest.  Today’s pick: Seven Pounds featuring my boyfriend, Will Smith.  I wasn’t sure if I would like this movie or not, but dudes, I loved it.  I liked it much better than Benjamin Button from yesterday, and there was just as much tear-generation, if not more.  How did I ever doubt the always-handsome and infinitely-talented Mr. Smith?  Not to mention that I orgasm just looking at him.  Swoon.  The movie is one of those flicks where you have no idea what’s going on for about 80% of the movie, and then it all comes together at the end.  Very cool.  Oh, and little did I know, but if you manage to drag your tired ass to the theater before noon, the movies are only SIX BUCKS.  I know, right???  The last time I remember getting into a move for $6 was circa 1985.  Again, very cool.

Oh, and one more thing about the movies today – there was actually another lone movie-goer, a young male who I may have been staring at immediately before and after the film.  His face was woefully obscured by a tattered baseball hat, but I imagined him to be extremely cute and slightly younger than me – perfect for robbing the cradle.  In my tear-clouded imagination, we had sex right there in the theater, and then I walked out wearing his baseball hat.  Will Smith had already provided the orgasm, so I was all set.  : )

2.  Hung out at the local coffee shop with a big mug of hot chocolate and my month-old copy of Martha Stewart Living.  First of all, Martha is awesome.  I am a self-proclaimed Martha wannabe, and I just couldn’t get enough of these cute little pinecone creatures.  I know, I’m so sappy and domestic.  Whatever!  I was this close to running to the craft store to see if they had leftover pinecones on clearance or something.  Don’t hate me, the craftiness is programmed into my genetic code.  I can’t help it.  Aaaaaanyway, I had lots of fun chillin’ out at the coffee shop, soaking up the sunlight through the window, watching people walk down the street, and sipping my whipped-cream-covered hot chocolate.  So peaceful and cozy.  Loved it.

3.  Got some take-out sushi for dinner from my favorite local sushi place.  Mmmmmm… so delish.  Enough said.

4.  Hung out at the bookstore for a few hours to wrap up the night.  Was tempted to get another hot chocolate, but restrained myself.  It’s so funny how the bookstore social dynamic works.  Observe: I found myself in the “relationships/sex” aisle looking for some kind of dating disaster book to make me feel less like a dating loser, and was kind of embarrassed because there was a middle-aged woman in the same aisle.  I imagined she was scoping out the “how to have an affair” books.  How scandalous.  But I didn’t feel free to pick up the “tantric sex” book with this stranger looking on.  Also, did she think I was some pathetic unmarried spinster?  So weird.  Then I made my way over to the geeky computer aisle, where the presence of a young male always makes me feel like I have no place being in this aisle.  I’ll pick up a book on Dreamweaver and feel like these young Apple geeks are laughing at me and secretly wishing I would leave already.  Finally I settled in at the magazine section and picked up some British Rolling Stone equivalent, which kept me entertained for the rest of the evening.  As always, I tried very hard to look extremely cute while perusing the aisles.  Standard bookstore etiquette, of course.

5.  Came home and poured myself a rather large glass of wine.  Plan to stumble into bed with a decent buzz in an hour or two. 

Now, doesn’t this sound like a fucking awesome day???  I certainly think so.  Sometimes I just need some time to myself, to just chill and unwind and enjoy being a dork.  I loved every second of the day, including the obligatory crying fest at the end of the movie and the subsequent watery eyes and strange looks at the coffee shop.  Also, I ignored all incoming calls on my cell phone today – I highly recommend doing this every once in a while.  Someday when I marry a rich doctor (as my mother seems convinced that I’ll actually do) I’ll be able to have this great vacation day all the time… but perhaps in a much nicer pair of shoes.  : )