True friend moment.

Text message conversation between me and the most interesting man I know:

Me: I'm being mopey at home in sweatpants watching Glee.
Quinto: You get one mopey night. That's it.
Me: Hey?!? What?! I'm not agreeing to this lol
Quinto: Just one. Then back on that horse. The world needs a non-mopey Kristina. We depend on it. You're the lighthouse. So pick it the fuck up.

Ace of Hearts.

That insecure moment when you wonder if it was all just a ruse and he duped you into having feelings for him just to save face...


The capricious fool.

Purchasing his replacement.

I saw a former flame a few nights ago. After about an hour or so of catching up, I was in a hurry to get on to the rest of my evening plans.

Immediately after leaving said flame, I was in a local "adult pleasantries" shop. 


Upside to being a female between the ages of 18 and 200 is I can't imagine this sequence of events being judge worthy. 


Boom, life win.

Like meeting in a grocery store, but not.

One of my biggest fears was walking into an 'adult accessory store" [read: sex shop] and running into someone I know. In all fairness, this person should be equally embarrassed for whatever reason they are in that store [right?]. 


As it turns out, a university where I art model offers an art/psych class on human sexual behaviorism that includes a field trip to a local sex shop.



Nothing like running into a group of people who have seen you naked as you purchase necessary single-girl accessories. . .

Finding purpose.

Funniest thing you can hear while in a sex shop:

"Where does it go?"

Best answer (in this specific scenario):

"On your foot- it's for your foot."

Sex Shops and Patrons

The creepiest thing about walking into a sex shop at any time of night is, if you are a female between the ages of 18 and dead, there will be any number of creepy middle aged men who will be in that same store purchasing some synthetic version of something you're just walking around with all carefree about life...

Eyewear as accesories

I lost my glasses the other day, conveniently before meeting up with a former flame my mother all but approved of.  This is the exchange between my mom and me while looking for my spectacles:
 
Me: "I usually wear my contacts out because 'guys don't make passes at girls with glasses.'"
Mom: "Considering the guys you've been dating, maybe you should start putting your glasses on when you go out."
Me: o_0'