Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Growing Up
Hello, boys and girls. I know. I know. I haven't posted in a while. Sorry. Here's a juicy one that will (hopefully) keep you satisfied.
So, where do I begin? As you know, I moved out on my own earlier this year. I mean, not COMPLETELY on my own. I had 3 roommates which would later turn into 1 roommate. And that went pretty well for the last 8 months. THEN, my roommate got preggers. That was a super interesting day. She went from hysterical laughter to balling her eys out to laughing again to a state of total calm then back to crying and laughing. So soon after finding this out, she and her boyfriend decided to move in together. Now, when I say this, I don't mean he was moving into our apartment. I mean they were getting an apartment for them to raise a kid in, which left me with the task of finding my own apartment. MY FIRST APARTMENT. No roommates, no parents, no nothing. Just me. A "big boy" apartment, as I like to call it. So after looking at a few, I found one that I LOVE, signed some papers, wrote a check, and got approved. After all this, I thought, "Shit. I'm really out on my own now. I'm growing up." And I became sad a little. I have always said I don't wanna grow up. But I guess everyone grows up at some point whether they want to or not.
Also, I was promoted at work a month or so ago. I am now a Shift Manager at the restaurant I work at. (I can't name the place I work at in blogs, my stand up act, or anything else online. I could get fired if I do...) I never thought I would ever be an authority figure of any kind ever. I mean, I'm immature. The words poop and peepee make me giggle, I make fart and dick jokes, I have Power Ranger bed sheets. Yeah, like I said, immature. And they made ME a manager. Again, another step to growing up.
Lastly, if you know me then you know I love being single. I love girls, plain and simple. I'm always on the look out for the next girl. I can't help it, that's just the way I am. The number of girls I've had sex with may shock you. (I have gotten tested. Yeah, THAT many.) So, needless to say, settling down was the FURTHEST thing from my mind. My last girlfriend was back in 2008. And then SHE walked into my restaurant. Now, I'll be honest, this wasn't a "love at first sight" type of thing. My first thought was "She's good looking. Wonder how long I can get her out of those clothes." Then I kept seeing her every few days. She is a regular at this place and gets the same thing every time. Pad Thai with chicken. So one day, I'm at the Mall of America and I run into her. I'm like "Hey, you come in to my store all the time" and she's like "Yeah, you serve me my food." Not the most romantic of meetings, I know. But we started talking, went on a few dates, and now we're dating. Come on. Me? Dating someone? I know, it's crazy. But I really like her. My eyes don't wander as much when I'm with her. (They still do, just not as much.) Like I said, I'm growing up.
Everyone grows up at some point. I'm not a completely different person, though. I still make fart and dick jokes, I still laugh when I hear poop and peepee, I still have those Power Ranger bed sheets (with matching pillow case). But I'm definitely more grown up than I was a year ago. I have my own 1 bedroom apartment, I'm a Shift Manager at work, I have a girlfriend. Pretty soon I'll start reading newpapers and worry about mortgages and tucking in my shirts. Growing up is a part of life, and I'm embracing it instead of fearing it.
P.S. I'm wearing underwear now. I never use to. Comando was how I rolled, but not anymore. What has happened to me?!
So, where do I begin? As you know, I moved out on my own earlier this year. I mean, not COMPLETELY on my own. I had 3 roommates which would later turn into 1 roommate. And that went pretty well for the last 8 months. THEN, my roommate got preggers. That was a super interesting day. She went from hysterical laughter to balling her eys out to laughing again to a state of total calm then back to crying and laughing. So soon after finding this out, she and her boyfriend decided to move in together. Now, when I say this, I don't mean he was moving into our apartment. I mean they were getting an apartment for them to raise a kid in, which left me with the task of finding my own apartment. MY FIRST APARTMENT. No roommates, no parents, no nothing. Just me. A "big boy" apartment, as I like to call it. So after looking at a few, I found one that I LOVE, signed some papers, wrote a check, and got approved. After all this, I thought, "Shit. I'm really out on my own now. I'm growing up." And I became sad a little. I have always said I don't wanna grow up. But I guess everyone grows up at some point whether they want to or not.
Also, I was promoted at work a month or so ago. I am now a Shift Manager at the restaurant I work at. (I can't name the place I work at in blogs, my stand up act, or anything else online. I could get fired if I do...) I never thought I would ever be an authority figure of any kind ever. I mean, I'm immature. The words poop and peepee make me giggle, I make fart and dick jokes, I have Power Ranger bed sheets. Yeah, like I said, immature. And they made ME a manager. Again, another step to growing up.
Lastly, if you know me then you know I love being single. I love girls, plain and simple. I'm always on the look out for the next girl. I can't help it, that's just the way I am. The number of girls I've had sex with may shock you. (I have gotten tested. Yeah, THAT many.) So, needless to say, settling down was the FURTHEST thing from my mind. My last girlfriend was back in 2008. And then SHE walked into my restaurant. Now, I'll be honest, this wasn't a "love at first sight" type of thing. My first thought was "She's good looking. Wonder how long I can get her out of those clothes." Then I kept seeing her every few days. She is a regular at this place and gets the same thing every time. Pad Thai with chicken. So one day, I'm at the Mall of America and I run into her. I'm like "Hey, you come in to my store all the time" and she's like "Yeah, you serve me my food." Not the most romantic of meetings, I know. But we started talking, went on a few dates, and now we're dating. Come on. Me? Dating someone? I know, it's crazy. But I really like her. My eyes don't wander as much when I'm with her. (They still do, just not as much.) Like I said, I'm growing up.
Everyone grows up at some point. I'm not a completely different person, though. I still make fart and dick jokes, I still laugh when I hear poop and peepee, I still have those Power Ranger bed sheets (with matching pillow case). But I'm definitely more grown up than I was a year ago. I have my own 1 bedroom apartment, I'm a Shift Manager at work, I have a girlfriend. Pretty soon I'll start reading newpapers and worry about mortgages and tucking in my shirts. Growing up is a part of life, and I'm embracing it instead of fearing it.
P.S. I'm wearing underwear now. I never use to. Comando was how I rolled, but not anymore. What has happened to me?!
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