Posts Tagged ‘Boys’

1. “not kevin” not happening

2. New job = in love

3. friends are good, family is good

4. It feels as though I am exactly where I am supposed to be – life is good

5. couponing = epic fail. it’s too easy to just pop into Publix on my way home from work

6. not pleased with the bachelorette… keeping the weatherman and the wrestler? poor life decisions

7. embarrassed that I love the bachelorette

8. I need a new book – any recommendations? preferably something fun and summery

9. Happy birthday baby brother! Your 20s are overwhelming, welcome.

10. I needed to end on an even number and now I need to go to work as a sink hole on centennial has made my 6 minute commute to work probably a 10 minute commute. sad.

So I know you have all been waiting axiously, biting your nails, wondering

Whatever happened to “Kevin“? Read the rest of this entry »

You might have heard the story of a man named Jed. You know, he was a poor mountaineer and barely kept his family fed?

This is not that story.

Instead this is the story of a boy named “Kevin.”

Unlike Jed, “Kevin” was not a poor mountaineer and I pray that he didn’t have a family to keep fed. I met “Kevin” at a bar in Midtown with Twisty. It was the typical situation: group of boys hits on girls, bachelor party, blah blah blah. I’m sure you’ve all been there before. We all did the song and dance, introducing ourselves and I proceeded to promptly forget everyone’s name. Granted I’m not that good at names to begin with. Ask anyone at work about “Orville” whose name was really Carl (they are both old names, it works). All was well and good until “Kevin” decided to get my number so he could take me out.

I wasn’t that stressed about not knowing “Kevin’s” name because I didn’t really expect him to call. Wasn’t stressed that is, until I woke up to a text the next day telling me how nice it was to meet me and I realized I couldn’t tell you this kid’s name if you paid me a million dollars. I started to worry just a bit, wondering what to do. Should I ask who he is? Is that rude? What if he thinks I’m THAT girl? Realizing I could never be known as that girl who “didn’t remember,” I wrote it off and proceeded to start up a cute, flirty text conversation with a boy whose name I thought started with a K. “Kevin” Read the rest of this entry »