Being Interesting Is For The Birds.
The boat ride was great and not just because I got a good tan and took a lot of cute photos of myself – but I totally did that too- but more so because The Guy who took me out didn’t bug me with talking! Ugh, I hate that. Have you gone out with a guy who just talks and talks and talks? I’ve noticed that guys these days flap their jaw too much about stupid shit that nobody cares about like, “settling down” and, “applying for Graduate Schools.” It’s better to let me handle the engaging conversations
about brushing my hair that way I’m not bored to tears with stuff that isn’t monogram coozies!
I don’t mind having more than just a one sided conversation, but every time I do Gawd knows I have sit through some life changing, emotional experience that molded him into the person he is today while I’m sitting there thinking, shut up. This is not American Idol; nobody cares! So luckily This Guy was not one of Those Guys. We just drove around the gulf coast of Florida and he let me talk about my recent breakup/potential reconciliation. Also, my dog. A little about how JCrew doesn’t use enough spandex in their basic tanks and a lot about how I was craving Buffalo Shrimp…
I guess since there was no intellectual merit you’re probably thinking well what makes you so special, Sarah? What if he thinks
you’re not interesting? It’s a valid point and I’m glad you brought that up but the truth of the matter is I don’t have to be
fucking interesting; I have boobs…