No social media documentation from last night? Then OF COURSE I’m going to wear the same outfit tonight.
#lesslaundry #thingsadultsdo
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Perfect Gentleman
That magical moment at the end of a lovely evening, when he acts like a true gentleman and insists on taking you all the way to your building’s front awning, rather than just leaving you at the corner.
Thanks again, cabbie.
Balloons
October 17, 2014
I arrive to tutor and tell the kid I need to use the bathroom before we begin. She says her toilet is broken but that I can use her parents’ bathroom. She escorts me there, opens the bathroom door, and glances inside.
Kid: “Oh man, Dad left his balloons on the floor again!”
Condoms. They were condoms
Having an Impact
People say that as a teacher, I am shaping the future of America. I’m not sure I truly believed that until this very moment.
Me (to a boy wearing a baby pink version of our school t-shirt): “Love the shirt! What made you choose pink over the green or white?”
Kid: “Because you always say– ‘real men wear pink.'”
Apple-picking!
They Know Me
Watching the movie version of our class read-aloud (Because of Winn Dixie), and Dave Matthews makes a surprise cameo.
Me: “Did any of you recognize that man who played Otis?
Kid: “I did!”
Me: “Really?”
Kid: “No.”
Me: “Ok, then why did you say yes?”
Kid: “Because whenever you ask questions like that and nobody says yes, you get sad, put your head in your hands, and talk about how old you feel.”
Lightbulb Moments
That inspiring moment when a formerly confused student declares “This is easy!” while taking his math test.
That subsequent moment when you see he got every single question wrong.
Including his name.
And the date.
Voicemail Etiquette
A friend just pointed out to me how horrible and rude it is when people don’t check their voicemails. I’ll admit I’m one of these people. If I see you’ve left a voicemail, I’d rather text you to touch base than listen to the voicemail. Apparently, this makes me a jerk.
So, for all those people who are still leaving me actual voicemails, I just want to say I’m sorry, Mom.
I swear
If that 4-foot-9, elderly, non-english-speaking asian masseuse had asked me to marry him at the end of that 80 minute deep tissue massage, I swear to god I would have said yes.
This is a statement about my dating life. The massage wasn’t that great.
Relationship Milestones
That amazing point in a relationship where you’ve been seeing each other for long enough that you finally feel comfortable answering the door for him in your pajamas, braless, without a stitch of makeup.
Tonight’s the night, food delivery guy.
