Settled.

So I think I'm ready to date.

WHAT?! DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!

Yes, man. For f*ck's sake. Deal with it. When I say this out loud in college, people turn to me and ask me if I'm "sure". WHAT do you mean by "Are you sure?"?! It's like they think that I want to perform open heart surgery with a paper clip and a rubber duck. 

But, (There's ALWAYS a but) here's the thing. I've lost touch. *Poker face.* No, seriously. *Tear rolls down cheek*

Men kind has not been too kind to me ever since I hit puberty. I was the girl, mothers asked their daughters NOT to talk to, because ''all she'd teach you is how to catch chipkalis and climb trees''. (That's right, Mrs. E. I remember. You're the reason I had no 'girl' friends. By the way, I still have the Mercedes emblem that I pulled off your E320.) And because I was christened the tom-boy of the neighborhood, all the boys automatically deemed me their inferior, and HATED my guts. IN short, I had a VERY lonesome childhood. -_-

I tend to stray a lot, don't I?

Do you know what I did the first time I got asked out? I laughed. :| Not because the guy who was asking me out was a clown (Mind you, he was very cute.)  It's because I thought that it was a sick joke. -_- The first time I got kissed? I went into shock for a good half an hour. -_- BASICALLY, it was, and STILL is, VERY strange.

Why have I ''lost touch"? Because I settled down all nice and comfy, in a ''two year relationship'' with that little voice in my head going "Heh. Bitchin'." As in, I got a little too used to not being single. (Makes sense? Makes sense.)  And I didn't expect anything else to happen. OKAY FINE. I didn't WANT to expect anything else.. -_-

But hey, you know what? In a very, VERY long time, I felt butterflies in my stomach, I grinned like an idiot till my face hurt, I walked into walls, (I do that on a regular basis anyway..) and I giggled like a crazy person in the middle of an Economics class. :]

A good group of friends can do wonders. Just like how chocolate and baby tears can save our souls. 

I'm here, half a year later. Standing on my own two feet. Happy.