Tips for Finding Love in a Political Club

I was told to just get married in High School, harder to do than just hit someone over the head and drag them to a cave. I've had a hard time getting men to ask me out. Not that I'm not smart and beautiful and sophisticated, but I've always found myself just friends. Is it because I'm not a good flirt? Maybe. Lots of girls asked guys out in high school, and the two guys that did ask me out weren't marriage minded. So what's a girl to do? Not that marrying young is really good for your self esteem. Nor is waiting till your thirty to have sex. But in between was so miserable.

And now that I'm older, I speak up a little more and flirt a little better. And I got rid of some guys in my life that made me miserable. And I've spent more time on my spiritual life and developed my feelings a little more and I tell my parents I love them. And I'm happy. I'm a teacher at a daycare. And I write my little poems and drink tea and coffee. And I forgot why I was so miserable. Oh yeah, I was miserable because I wasn't perfect.

Did anyone ever notice how the one perfect person was beaten and crucified and was God incarnate? Oh yeah, maybe that's why I'm not perfect. I'm proud to love Jesus and he loves me too. And I wish I hadn't spent 7 years wishing I could get married and just chill out. Now I've gone and developed some interests and I actually write more than when I just sat there writing stories. I used to like painting. Now I like photography. And I like this guy at the Republican Club. And I think he likes me too. I like bird watching and plays and reading the Black Swan and watching book TV.

One of my favorite pastimes is trying to make a conversation and then seeing everyone else get all excited about it. Like the time I commented on beautiful architecture and then the buying boom in the housing market. Or talking to a scientist about RNA and DNA and how if we were always evolving, how come those basic building blocks stayed the same, and then a year later there were books supporting my idea. But now all anybody wants to do is get in my pants. And I had to go by Jay at work so I wouldn't constantly have to be called J-lo at work.