Let’s have a little grammar lesson, shall we?

lose: (verb) to come to be without (something in one’s possession or care), through accident, theft, etc., so that there is little or no prospect of recovery
Please don’t lose my book.

loose: (adjective) free or released from fastening or attachment; free from anything that binds or restrains; not bound together
My belt is too loose.

Speaking of “too”, that brings me to my next point.

to: (preposition) used for expressing motion or direction toward a point, person, place, or thing approached and reached, as opposed to from
Sally and her brother are going to the store.

too: (adverb) in addition; also; furthermore; moreover OR to an excessive extent or degree; beyond what is desirable, fitting, or right
He is attractive, smart, and athletic too.
He was standing too close to the fire.

they’re: (contraction) They are
They’re going to the mall tonight.

there: (adverb) in or at that place (as opposed to here)
She is going there later.

their: (pronoun) a form of the possessive case of they used as an attributive adjective, before a noun
They lost their house in the storm.

your: (pronoun) a form of the possessive case of you used as an attributive adjective
Your phone is on the table.

you’re: (contraction) you are
You’re going to be excited when you see the surprise!

Obviously, I could go on for days with this. These are the most common grammar mistakes I see while browsing Facebook and they drive me insane. They are basic grammar skills that should have been mastered in elementary school. Frankly, using these simple words incorrectly makes you look dumb.

#JustSayin

Getting ready for work this morning, I was listening to some Corey Smith and stumbled over a song lyric that I know that I’ve heard many times before. But today, the song meant something different to me.

I’m in love with a memory,
Sweet history’s got a hold of me,
So don’t go fallin for me now,
We could never be,
Cause I’m in love with a memory

And I realized that this is exactly who I used to be. That part wasn’t a secret though. I knew it, and anyone close to me knew it. But I’m not that person anymore.

Its taken me 5-6 long heartbroken years to get here. Almost everybody who has shown any interest in me, I’ve pushed away. None of them held a candle to him, in my mind anyway. And now, its not that anyone in particular has come along to make me forget him, but I’m finally in a place where I no longer put him on that pedestal.

Its not that this is a will power thing and I’ve forced myself to say “I don’t care anymore”. Its that I’ve just realized that I actually don’t care. Rather than hours, its now been weeks since I’ve even thought about glancing at his Facebook page. (Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about). I just don’t care who or what is there anymore.

And in the grand scheme of things, this is irrelevant, but for so long he and his memory have had my heart on lockdown. Feels good realizing I’m finally opening up and am free.

Soo… I walked up on a bunch of the guys having a conversation at work today. I stood there in disbelief as I listened to one of them voice his opinion on male/female relationships. This is his theory:

By the time a woman reaches 30, if she doesn’t have a ring on her finger, she’s got too many miles on her and nobody is going to want her. She’s used goods. If she’s already in a relationship, she’s ready for the man to commit. If he isn’t willing to do so, she might as well break up with him. At that point, she’s screwed herself. There’s no point in her going for a younger man. She’d only end up in the same predicament… with a man who isn’t willing to commit. She has no choice but to seek out and settle for a significantly older man. Any man her own age would simply trade her in for a newer (younger) model.

Pfeh!
… yeah, he’s currently on my shit list.

I’ve always had a lot of guy friends, and for good reason. There’s very little drama. For the most part, you don’t have to walk on eggshells or worry about hurting their feelings. There also seems to be little risk of getting stabbed in the back. They’ve always got your back and will take your secrets to the grave. Guys are just easy.

Two of my closest friends are guys. Let’s just call them J and N. I see one or both of them almost every day and we do almost everything together. Rarely do one of us make plans without including the other two. We’re like family. Really. If one of us is short on cash, we’ve always got each other covered and if someone doesn’t get paid back, we don’t really notice or care. J is now, unofficially, my roommate. And it just works.

Never, not even once in a passing thought, have I ever thought of him as anything more than one of my best buds. Ever. But I’m learning more and more that people on the outside don’t necessarily see it that way. Can you have a purely platonic friendship with a member of the opposite sex? I’ve always thought so, but lately I’ve started to ponder this thought: Are my best buds also my “baggage“? Allow me to elaborate…

When a guy and a girl are out together in public, most people automatically assume they are “together”. Hell, even my boss asked me once if I was dating J. That SO could not be further from the truth.

A while back, I had been “talking to” a guy and got the feeling that he didn’t care for my hanging out with J at all. He’d say things like “where’s your boyfriend?” and “I hear a man’s voice. Who’s there?”. When I explained the situation and told him that J and I are strictly friends he said he believed me, but looking back now, I don’t think he ever really did. It wasn’t long before that guy decided we should just be “great friends”. Was that part of the reason he broke things off? I’m not sure.

With all that being said, I’ve started to wonder if my guy friends are posing a hindrance to my meeting someone and having a relationship. Does my being with them make me unapproachable? …I’m always with them. Do people automatically assume that I’m dating one of them? If that’s the case, well, it just sucks. I’m not about to give up my friendships. These are awesome guys who mean the world to me, but I don’t want to sleep with them. Hell, at times I’ve even played the role of “wingman”. **sigh** It seems like there’s no “win-win” in this situation.