June 26, 2003 - 7:08 p.m.
I don't know if I'm going to be successful at adding an entry right now. Inga nd I are catsitting for a friend, so I decided I'd hang out with the cats for a little while. I just looked down to find a cat's head fully inside my purse. We've been talking about getting cats, but I forgot how curious they can be. I digress. What may hinder my entry writing is that the cat owner's keyboard is weird. It's like someone forgot half of it. It has a very soft touch, something which bugs the crap out of me. For the well-being of the cats, however, I will perservere.
Let's see, discussion of the wedding. This will most definitely come in parts as it was too massive a week to record in one sitting. Let me get the part that I'd actually be better off forgetting down first, so that I can go ahead and forget.
My cousin asked me to be one of the attendants in her wedding party. This untraditionally required me to be escorted down the aisle by one of the ushers. At the rehearsal, my escort didn't appear. After the rehearsal dinner, I sought him out when my stepsister and I met the groom's party at a bar. His name was Jason, and he turned out to be kinda cute, pretty shy and very interesting to talk to. I spent most of that night talking to him. The same thing happened, with even greater exclusion of others around us, after the wedding the next day.
The next morning, I got butterflies when I thought about him. Nothing overtly romantic had occurred, but then there hadn't been much chance for that, as the whole group of us was hanging out in his hotel room that night. The worst thing about it? He left to go back to Dallas that afternoon while I was at a memorial service, and I'll probably never see him again.
As I've had some time to rehash this, I realize that he wasn't anything spectacular, and I'd be shocked if Fate has labeled him "the One" for me. What he was was the first guy I've felt any sort of connection to, beyond my unattainable crushes (see various previous entries), in a VERY LONG TIME.
This assuages my fears that I was turning into an asexual being. I actually picked up a book geared to teenagers on sexuality one day at the library. It described people as being heterosexual, homosexual or asexual. All were considered normal. However, there was no discussion of asexual people beyond that. Are asexual people really normal? I still don't have an answer, but I'm feeling a little better that I don't fall into that category right now. I'm turning 25 soon, and I'm starting to feel some pressure to stop screwing around with my life and become more settled, be it in a relationship or through finishing school. The latter is more assured, but the former would be nice. Maybe it's that weddings make me sappily romantic, not so much from the bride and groom in this case but from some of their friends.
There's more to say on this topic, but the keyboard has gotten the best of me. Until later...
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