A few years back, I spent a summer working at Lake Powell in Page, AZ.
|not the worst view in the world to wake up to|
If you are wondering how this has anything to do with the title of this blog post, stick with me. We are getting there...One night, while waiting for a shuttle bus to take me to my bed after a particularly large night out at the only club in town (called The Gunsmoke, don't ask), I sat next to a cute looking guy from Florida. We chatted. I wasn't attracted to him. We kissed. As you do. And then he walked me to my door (of a teeny tiny dorm room which I shared with a girl mate - we had bunk beds, in the employee compound, on the resort. It was epic). Here's the thing, which I forgot in my inebriated state, the aforementioned boy lived in the same dorm as me.
Next door, to be precise.
As he left me at my door, he said, "we should go out sometime". Without thinking, I said "yes". I just wanted to get inside to be alone with my shame. Don't judge.
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I go over this in my mind a lot. He probably thought I was a total bitch that summer. And to be fair, I was. To him. All could have been avoided had I just said "No" at the outset. Damn my love of sushi.
Have you ever said "Yes" when you should have said "No"?
Did that picture of sushi make you want sushi. in your mouth. Like, NOW?
** In case there is any confusion, I took a plane. Well about 4 of them, to be exact ;)
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