Are you for real???
I am sure that like me you have been walking down the street minding your own business, when suddenly you see a super-hot girl walk by. It’s hard not to stare, but seeing as you are not a creeper and your mother taught you better, you look away and keep on walking. But then out of the corner of your eye, you see the scrawniest, palest little Poindexter you have ever encountered. You do a double take as he gives her a quick peck on the cheek and then proceeds to take her hand and walk away shooting you the smuggest little sneer you ever did see.
That’s right that girl you just got done thinking was way out of your league, is with that guy…
I Don’t Have a Home
In high school I always wanted to get away. Not that I wasn’t happy at home, I just wanted to see what the world had to offer. I really didn’t care where I just wanted to get out there. I ended up in Hawaii after much prodding from my mom to decide on a university to attend. Frustrated, seeking any criteria to narrow it down, she poked and prodded until finally I said I wanted to go somewhere warm. Exasperated she exclaimed well “why don’t you go to Hawaii or something?” I don’t think she thought I would take this suggestion seriously, but I most certainly did. Getting on the plane I knew I was leaving home behind, but I never imagined that it would be permanent.
A startling realization
Working closely with women, for the first time really, has led me to a discouraging conclusion. I am sexist. Or at least by the standards to which many women around me would define sexism, I am. This is a surprising realization to me. Much has changed and the values that I grew up with in regards to how to treat women are sadly outdated.
I’ve finally given in. I never thought I would have a blog. I’ve read more silly, self-absorbed, one dimensional garbage than I care to keep track of. Travel blogs are really the worst.