A Glass of water for my dentures, please.

I really don't know what it is, but lately I have been feeling like an old lady. My excitement for living the early 20's lifestyle has left the building.... eh, the body. I used to want to have people over every. single. night. Either having a dance party, or watching a movie (that I almost always fell a sleep during, so apparently the inner workings of my elderly self was in there somewhere). I would go out to karaoke two to three times a week. I would hop around from friends house to friends. I would want to go downtown nashville and explore the inner workings of the term "honky tonk". But in the last two months or so, my level of sizzle is not so significant. Take last night for instance. St. Pat's day. I got invited to about 10 different parties. None of them saw me. SO instead of going out and gracing the high life, I have instead been reading, sleeping, or cleaning.

SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!

Don't take this in the wrong way though, I really don't want to be the partier. As in, the let's go out and drink every week. I have liquor I keep at the house, I am totally fine there haha. I find I don't whip out tipsy texting and Fireball enhance flirting when I just have one glass of spiked juice in the confines of my own abode. I feel much better about that (smiles).

That's another thing. I don't want to go out and be one of those attention hungry girls. Someone that has to drink and flirt with surrounding males at a bar to feel better about herself. Sure, I don't have the best self esteem in the world, but at least I know that a bar and alcohol is not the way to achieve it. I much prefer the thought of a sober, God fearing man making me feel beautiful loved rather than, and this is a personal experience, a man decked out in wranglers, boots with spurs, a plaid shirt, and cowboy hat who dubbed himself "Derek, cowboy protection" trying to show me some lovin (grins). Just sayin.

Okay, maybe I am gonna just go join The Red Hat Society now...