It's hard to come up with a title sometimes.

My 3-day "vacation" has begun. I asked for the weekend off because one of my friends from college is getting married on the 13th so I wanted to have the weekend off to prepare (Friday), enjoy (Saturday) and recuperate (Sunday). I am just so excited to have the opportunity to stay up late and sleep in. Staying up late is a guilty pleasure of mine. I love being awake at 3am when everyone else is asleep. I've never been a morning person so if this is why people like to wake up early, I will never experience that for myself. I'll stick with being a night owl.

So this wedding. I can't believe that my friends are starting to get married. I have 2 this year that I am attending. I feel like marriage is like a cold. Once the weddings start then everyone gets wedding fever and then everyone starts getting married. And then they start having babies and then I will get invited to kid's birthday parties.

I think it's the fact that I am somewhat regressing (moving back home) while my friends are turning into adults (getting hitched) that makes me freak out a little. It's not about feeling pressured to get married now, it's just more of a reality check that while I feel like I am playing "adult" there are people my age who are living it.

And dating is a whole other story.

I've never been a fan of willingly putting myself into awkward situations and dating is chock full of awkwardness. Of course there have been interested parties, and I've been interested but nothing culminated into, well, anything.

There was a time where I threw myself into the lions den- I joined a dating website. I felt like I was at a good point in my life, and despite living in a city of students I wasn't meeting any worthwhile candidates. So I joined, I saw and I dated. I went on 4 first dates total and even went on a second date. I am currently (and pathetically) still pining after one of those individuals that I dated so I guess, all in all, it wasn't such a bad experience. I guess.

It gave me a lot of great stories to tell. I went on a date with a film director whose movie I saw in an actual movie theater, which was a first. Then there was that guy who was really tall, and we had a lot in common, but he had told me his name was Hunter and then when we met up with his friend's they called him Sam...and he had told me that he was a law student and then on the date he told me that he edited movies for Gus Van Sant. Not a terrible turn of events but I was confused enough to not respond to any requests for follow up dates. Lying is kind of a red flag.

Then there was the one guy who was great, but seemed too into me (it's a turn off) and then there was the guy who was amazing- but I let him go for the great guy. It would be so helpful if there was a letter that would arrive in the mail when you are making a bad decision. Or an email. Just something that would give you a heads up that you should not be giving preference to someone who is going to kind of creep you out in a few months and to just be smart and stick with the cool, level-headed, all around awesome guy. And it would be great if that letter mentioned that one day the awesome guy would move to an island and you might not be able to talk to him or see him again.

Pining...

I guess all of this is just a long-winded way of saying I don't plan on getting married any time soon. I'm okay with that. I've never been the type of girl who sets time limits for things. I mean, I used to listen to Doris Day's recording of "Que Sera, Sera" on repeat at age 7. Whatever will be will be. The future's not ours to see, all that business. Never thought, "married by 25, 2 kids by 30." I just figure that if it's meant to happen, it will and with the way things have been going I have learned that plans rarely go as planned anyway.