I know that the suspense has been killing you waiting for this post that was promised to you back in the beginning of September. But if we fulfilled all our promises right away you would probably never come back to our blog and check for these updates. This is just our way of making sure we keep our viewers!
What are blind spots you ask?!
Well it all started late on a Sunday evening as we decided to take a stroll around a lake! Great idea you would think, right? WRONG! We failed to take into account the fact that we had a LOT of water this year! Every path we tried to take turned out not to be so much as a path but a puddle of mud! Shoes were ruined, moods were...well not their best. But we still managed to have a good time. We did some planking (which we will soon master), jumped off benches for some great pictures (once we actually managed to get ONE of us all in the air), and hid behind trees. It turned out to be a great night.
As we were driving home the atmosphere changed and the conversation quickly became very serious! We started talking about life, and love and the lack thereof. We are cute, fun girls. Boys should like us! So it became our mission to figure out what was wrong with us and why we were failing at the game of love.
Now we can all say what's wrong with us and why we think our relationships fail. But only an outsider, and a really good friend will be completely honest with you and tell you what you can't see. Hence the term "blind spots."
We went around and told each other what we think their blind spots are. We came up with quite the list: keeping guys in the "friend" zone, never letting it move past that, flirt with ALL boys so the boys you do like have no idea cause you act no differently towards them, scared of commitment, avoid boys when they try to contact you, fall fast and fall hard, scared to let someone in to your life...you get the point right?
All these things we found out about ourselves have been preventing us from having the fairy tale every girl wants...well every normal girl. So ladies, to avoid future accidents be sure you check your blind spots before moving over!
real stories about three girls that find dating too amusing to take seriously
Showing posts with label Caution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caution. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 28, 2011
Caution: Dating this man may cause the following...
Giddiness, falling in love, mad karaoke skills, random texting, staying up all night, the giggles, tickle fighting, howling at the moon, tree climbing, the ability to run really fast, break dancing, feats of skill, magic tricks, practical joking, juggling, water balloon throwing, piano playing, calling your Mom, graffiti painting, burping, belching, poor table manners, playing hooky, playing hockey, giving hickeys, getting the hiccups, the ability to speak pig Latin, social networking, building birdhouses, random acts of whimsy, canoodling (of the late night sort), singing in the shower, pet grooming, video gaming, cheating at those same games, the desire to sky dive, yodeling, heckling, beat boxing, rapping, gift-giving, walking backwards, 80's movie watching, crazy hairdo styling, blogging, couch-surfing, cake-baking, bootie-shaking, roller-skating, class-taking, mind reading, haiku writing, crossword puzzling, skipping, jumping really high, line dancing, spitball shooting, euphoria, not taking things too seriously, an appreciation for British comedy, French films, Italian cursing, Chinese checkers, double Dutch rope skipping, tree fort building, nut cracking, tie-dying, star-gazing, tomfoolery, hi jinks, madcap antics, alternative reasoning, coloring outside the lines, raising the roof, being wild, rocking all night long, waking the neighbors, rhyming, going barefoot, swinging really high, food fighting, taxidermy, writing letters to the editor, silliness, goofiness, unruliness, happiness, speaking in funny accents, horseplay, monkey business, reckless skateboarding, bicycle stunts, antics, stage diving, squirt gun toting, skipping stones, skipping class, skipping trips to the dentist, defying authority, questioning everything, cartoon watching, home-movie making, skywriting, mountaineering, flag waving, doing the wave, doing the Macarana, messy eating, bubble-blowing, trick-or-treating, nap taking, bow tie wearing, mud wrestling, four-wheeling, doing donuts, flying by the seat of your pants, making it up as you go, excellent public speaking skills, sneaky sneaking, showing off, double-dipping, puppy love, bunk bed-sleeping, campfire building, hammock swinging, beach walking, pizza making, messing around, procrastination, exhilaration, navigation, inspiration, love letter writing, the desire to become a secret admirer, flower sending, partying, being nice to your enemies, bubble-bath taking, horror movie marathons, throwing caution to the wind, risk taking, underdog rooting, eating dessert before dinner, touch-football playing, time travel, picture booth photography, playing footsie, jitteryness, bouncing, hand holding, face making, weird hair coloring, mismatched socks, pumpkin carving, hooliganism, spunkyness, and having a better time than most other people.
Yeah... where do I find this man?
Yeah... where do I find this man?
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