Today is the first day to go shopping for Christmas 2001. Everybody rush to the mall like there's no tomorrow and shop! There are only 363 shopping days left until Christmas. Get out now while you can because today's the day where you can get the best prices on Christmas items, decorations, jargon blergh.Sarcasm aside, Christmas was pretty eventful here. I've gotten paint, brushes, smocks, water colors and a shitload of canvases. I've also been given the gift of discovering just how hard it is to draw someone's face. It ain't easy.
I'm watching Stacey, a very impressionable 17 year old friend of mine, get involved with Bruce, an older man (nearly 30) who she's known for seven years.
Not that I'm not one to talk considering my own experiences with older men (I'm weak). But Stacey, to put it as bluntly as possible and I do apologize profulsely for anyone offended by this, is a cocktease. Britney Spears "Oops, I did it again," comes to mind when I see her. She plays with a guy, (several, sometimes) shows interest and then drops him, questioning why he isn't returning her phone calls.
I love her. I've known her since we were 3. What if he wants too much from her? She's not going to be able to speak her mind and desire to reject him. What if she doesn't even realize that she should reject him? She hasn't told her parents about their involvement.
When I was dating Dave, I didn't tell mine either. We snuck around for about four months until a Früvous concert in South Norwalk, CT. There I was, free to date him without my parents' judgement, and I was more compatible with his best friend Adrien who stood between us and attracted to the drummer before me. We were wrong together. The lack of attraction had nothing to do with it.
My thing is, I know she wants to be loved. I want to be loved too. I'd love to wake up in a man's arms. Yet, sooner or later, you tease the wrong person and they will expect you to pay up.
The years almost over. What have we got, four days? Four days to make up resolutions for next year. Here goes:
