'tis the season
it seems that everyone's hooking up. Or maybe it's just that I need to get a bigger social circle, but for the sake of this argument, I'm going to say that everyone is hooking up. One of my cubicle neighbors, Shannon, has a lovely little story of her not-so-secret crush on a guy in HR finally asking her out the same day we were forcing her to send him a message. They're cute. Sickeningly sweet, but cute. Amy is practically moving in with her boy for the Thanksgiving festivities, so they'll be close and cozy for the rest of the week (and I'll have a swinging bachelorette pad... mmmhmm? (with arched brow)). My sis is happily clasping hands with a boy, despite our mom mentioning "how old is she? She should be making out with EVERYbody." (Note to self: mom = not best person to get advice on relationships unless you want to hear about all the people you SHOULD be hooking up with). And then there's Cyn, who was able to take advantage of a universal girlfriend tenet: if a guy you gave your number to asks to meet up with you, you can call a friend and have them come with you... safety in buffers, really. If he's cool, then you can bow out gracefully later in the evening, but if he's lame, then you can bail out your friend. Standard code of conduct. Luckily he turned out to be cool, so I went home, mostly for the fact that i get up way too early to allow any kind of night life. And even though I returned home solo, I have the feeling something's on the horizon, and I just might need to call on Cyn to back me up soon. Everybody else is doing it, why shouldn't I?