Feist

I have a compelling urge to blog, but no immediate thoughts come to mind.

I've decided that I'm a much too forgiving person. I forgive so many infractions, even without an apology, or without a clear attempt to redeem oneself in the future. But what's bad is that I somehow equate forgiveness with wiping the slate clean. So from here on out, I'll forgive you, as in I will not unnecessarily hold your mistakes or even your malintent against you, but it is going on your record. And a person is only allowed so many chances.

So I don't want another boyfriend for a long while. (Then again, I can't remember a time when I ever sought a boyfriend, but still somehow ended up with one, again and again.) But for the sake of it, I've decided to compose a list of some qualifying qualities:

1. Tall, dark and handsome. And by that I mean 6ft, espresso, and handsome, not pretty, not cute.
2. Able to start, maintain and for the sake of God, end a conversation. The ending is crucial. Give me a reason to want to ever speak to you again.
   
3. Motivated, driven and future-oriented. Be confident and intelligent, and not intimidated by the fact that I am, too.
   
4. Have a life, and do not make me the center of it. I am not a needy person, and I am a college student. Which means I don't require much of your time, and I don't have too much to spare for you, either. Which is why ol' dude was told to call me at 1am; I simply have things to do, and you need to get in where you fit in. Be similar. Don't always make room for me.
   
5. Have a steady job and a car.

This is all obviously in addition to the mandatory respect that must be exhibited at all times, the love for one's family and God, and of course, being a bleeding-heart, America-hating, borderline socialist liberal.

Not too much to ask, right?

I cannot wait until December! December is going to be the best month ever. For one thing, school will be over. At least for three or so weeks. I also get to see my pride and joy, Brandon Morrell Keeler, and my secret boo Steven Andrew Banks. AND, I'm going to New York for a few days with friend to help him pick out clothes for his store, and to celebrate his 20th birthday. Not to mention the joys of the Christmas season. And my daddy's birthday! I officially love December now.

I'm nauseous.

I'm about to drop $800 on this course training so I can get my professional certification in event planning, particularly wedding planning. It's my secret love, and when I move away next year (or the following year), it'll be my side hustle, so to speak.

My moon, my man. Take it slow, take it easy on me.