My hunt for a husband is on the back burner due to time constraints. Deleting a bunch of old blogs off my Myspace I came across something I wrote in October of 2007. I still stand by this.
I miss knowing boys and girls that would kiss & dance but not have to go home together. I miss jumping on trampolines at 4am, trying quiet our laughter so we didn’t wake up my parents. I miss having people call me with an idea for a last-minute adventure in mind. I miss a lot of these types of people… why is it that growing up means we quit doing all the youthful things I loved?
And whatever happened to the boys that wanted to hold my hand? I’m sure you guys are still out there, that you still love punk rock and girls in wifebeaters. But it seems like you all decided that in order for people to take you seriously you needed to grow up and get over all the silly things that made you so much more fun to hang out with. Growing up doesn’t mean we have to grow old!
I’m thinking about young love again, let’s blame it on the rain and move on please.