That's what my plates say: DDYS GRL.
Just kidding. I would sooner die. However, along with the grand unveiling of my license plates, which finally arrived this weekend, I thought it would be fitting to give a shout out to my dad - after all, he's the one responsible for the name on my plates.
Drum roll, please...
... and cue the sigh of disappointment and confusion from those of you who don't actually know me in person.
My dad says that when I was learning to talk, I could repeat back almost any word he'd say, except when he'd try to get me to say my own name. He'd say, "Ok, say 'Sarah'..." and my response would be to pause, get a huge cheesy grin on my face, and say, "Sasheeeeeeeee!" And it's stuck ever since.
Those who know me, get it. Those who don't, I'm sorry for the months of anticipation that have led to this huge moment of disappointment. At least now you'll know if you ever see me on the road.
Speaking of seeing me on the road, I hung out with my Man Cub last night... and I think I have a crush on him. Seriously. All week we'd been texting, and in my mind I expected him to be monosyllabic and to bow to my every beck and call. But he's actually really, really funny...and really, really skinny. Still really, really cute...just really, really skinny.
I'm not sure how I feel about that. Riding on the back of his bullet bike (sigh, yes, really..I know, I know, just let it go), I felt like I had nothing to hold onto. Like I was going to pull him right off the back of the bike with me. At least he'd have me to pad his fall comfortably.
There's nothing wrong with skinny guys, I just don't like the feeling of looking like the number ten when we stand next to each other. Not so crazy about that.
But I totally got my flirt on with the Man Cub. I'm talking full on, no holds barred, cougar-style flirting. I was a predator, and if I got into it, you'd feel retarded for me. So I'm just going to let it go at that.
But we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, I'm honing my predatory skillz and hoping to see the Man Cub again.
Monday, June 16, 2008
DDYS GRL
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6 comments:
skillz!!?? hahahahah
I have to meet man cub! please!!! even if we by "accident" see you somewhere...please? and I need to hear some of these stories in person.
your car looks awesome! way better than before, and I love your plates.
I miss you.
I love the new plates--although now that you've got that pic up on the web, you might want to blur part of it out or something so some crazy identity thief doesn't steal your identity AND your car...just a thought. (Have I been married to The Hub for too long??)
I will call you later, Cougar. I definitely need some flirting stories.
there is just one thing. if you are going to be riding around on the back of someones bullet bike you must and i can not stress this enough must have a pink thong sticking out of the back of your pants. a tramp stamp wouldn't hurt either. HA.
Obviously, I don't know you...but after hearing the back-story, I thin your plates ROCK!!! Now, if I'm ever burned off the line by a rockin' 'Stang with a Sashie license plate, I'll think "Aaaah, speech impediment." :)
Just playin', good luck with your Man Cub...and thanks for FINALLY unveiling your rockin' plates. :)
LOVE love love the plates. I think it's perfectly fitting!
I dated a skinny guy once- remember the one? All I have to say about that is, "Eh." Go for the meat.
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