The Juicy Stuff

This post had to have a picture of a nice-looking guy so I just picked my favorite. If you think that white guy off of that Twilight is hot, you are insanely weird. Apologies.

I guessing you're probably wondering about my love life and such. I learned that expression from my roommate, she says it every other word. Such. Such. Such. Such. I am guilty of wondering that about pretty much every person that isn't married. Can I just say one thing that's the nice thing about being in a Single's Ward? You don't ever have to wonder if someone's married because they wouldn't be there if they were. I hate it when you're walking down the street and and you see a really attractive man (that was an expression from my new best friend in my ward) and he has his hands in his pockets. You're wondering why that matters. Well I'll tell you. You can't see if he has a ring on! Duh! Now I realize not every married man wears a ring but thats beside the point. As Rebekah would say, "If they're not married, they have this look in their eyes and they look at you because you're a girl and you might be their future wife. If they're married, they don't have that look because they're too busy thinking about their wife. They just kinda space out." I'm pretty sure those are her exact words but if I got it wrong I'm terribly sorry. Reading back on what I just wrote, I couldn't help but wonder who the idiot is that wrote it. I sound completely boy crazy. How gross. Boys have cooties. And now my sweet, adorable, completely beautiful cousin is turing 16 on Saturday and I want to tell her to stay away from them! Whatever. I can't even remember why I started writing this. Oh wait I just remembered. For real. I was going to say that I think it's kinda fun being single (although I don't always want to be. Duh.), I hate it when boys flirt with me (story for later), and I want to marry a guy that treats me like my Dad treats my Mom. The End.