Prior or Onward

Wrinkled Resolutions

Dear Trudy,

I had every intention of sticking to my New Years Resolution this year but I've failed dismally! Only seven days into the year and I broke down, or rather, was broken down. You see, and I know you'll understand even though the world at large laughed at me, I had resolved to spend my last semester at school without the constant juggling of the dating world -- I had, in fact, given up men!

But always one to push the envelope too far I mailed myself right to temptations gate. After returning home from a rather late movie one Friday evening I realized I wasn't tired and was in need of shaking my groove thang so off I went to a little afterhours bar that has a cute little dance floor. However, no one was shaking thier groove thangs and I wasn't feeling very trendsetting so I decided to wait half an hour and see if the crowds billowing in would begin the dance festivities.

To my dissapointment no one else was feeling very trendsetting either so I opted to begin a different trend and leave alone. On my way out I was stopped by some annoying latin boy who leaned over and said "You look far too innocent to be in a place like this." (Although we've never met face-to-face, Trudy dear, I'm sure we've both experienced this misunderstanding from the common folk. They just don't understand what a good moisturizer can hide, do they?)

I, remembering myself and my resolution, retorted (and rather rudely at that) "Looks can be decieving, bucko" and turned the other way. But alas, he didn't leave and for some reason neither did I. I think perhaps because I didn't quite get a descent look at the fellow my curiosity was peaked and I wanted to know the face of the man who would dare try and tempt me from my steadfast decree against dating. In anycase, he caught me looking at him (and to be truthfull he wasn't such a bad thing to be looking at afterall) and took it as an invitation to try again. Alas, my good manners got the best of me and I let myself fall into conversation with him and the next thing I knew I was kissing him goodbye several, several hours later.

Let me tell you about this boy, Trudy, he is perfection: Cute but not gorgeous, latin in looks but not personality, a law student but not smug, and he attends school up north. Could this be the relationship I've only dreamed of? It sounds perfect to me -- the freedom to live without daily commitment coupled with an outlet for all these pesky emotions that keep interupting the smooth sailing that has been my life!

Jeffrey