I watched the movie “Bridesmaids” today with a girlfriend. If you haven’t seen it yet, GO! It was start to finish HIL-AR-I-OUS. Even the sweet little old grandma beside me was busting a gut; which honestly weirded me out a bit because when I think of “grandma” I think of sweet innocence, knitting needles, and baking cookies…not watching sex on the silver screen. I found myself wanting to cover HER eyes. Not exactly a show I would watch with MY grandma. If she did I am sure she’d have a heart attack. The movie wasn’t exactly as innocent as the “Littlest Hobo” you know.
(Side note: Yeah, I used to watch that show with my grandparents back in the day when TV’s were still black and white and all we had were three fuzzy channels and bunny ears to tune it. Does anyone remember that anymore? Geez, I think I just dated myself again. Am I older than I think I am?)
Anyway, back to the movie.
So the movie got me thinking…when it comes to attracting Mr. Right, perhaps riding transit isn’t helping my case any. Perhaps I should get a car. Yeah, that might work! You know, so that I too can get pulled over by a cute and caring but quirky/goofy cop with a sexy accent who brings me tea in bed the next morning, then goes out of his way to support me and encourage my dreams. Yeah, I like the sound of that. That’s not asking for much, is it?
Not that I am a big tea drinker or anything either, but if he’s bringing it I think I will learn to like it. LOL!
Whaaaat!?! It could happen!
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