A little clarity would be nice...

Holy hell.

Seriously, kids. What...is...up?

Roommate (this is used to speak of either of them interchangeably) and I were having a discussion the other day about how it used to be... back in the day. Think about it. When you were in high school (maybe even back in grade school), if you were interested in someone -- for whatever reason -- you would make it known. We seem to remember very little hinting around at things -- we remember being straightforward -- and pretty damn forward, in general.

But what happened to all of that? As we've grown up, we've become more and more cryptic about our feelings and intentions. Are there a few people out there I'd be interested in giving a nice little smooch? Damn straight. Do they know it? Doubtful. Are there particular people out there that should ask me on a date? You betcha. Do they know I want them to? Or that I'd say "yes" if they asked? Probably not. ((Hmm... maybe these comments are the kinds of cryptic hints I'm referring to -- though I'm pretty sure none of them know about/read this blog, so I might not be breaking my own rule -- see below.))

I've been thinking lately that I should challenge myself to step away from the games, from dropping hints that may not be entirely clear, to say what I'm thinking, when I'm thinking it. Yes, there is a great possibility that I'll end up being disappointed by other's responses -- but maybe I'm willing to deal with that in exchange for not being the confusing one to someone else.



On a lighter, and tastier, note, the APT (how I'll refer to all of us in this apartment) made three kinds of crepes for dinner last night, in celebration of Roommate's last day of French class/taking the crazy ass French test for her program. Mmm... spinach and feta... strawberries, pecans, and whipped cream... and chocolate-hazelnut spread w/ toasted hazelnuts... who is surprised that 2/3 (or 66%! yikes, that sounds worse) of our "dinner" was actually dessert??