the universe has tested me.

oh have i got a story for you.


i took this photo last night when i got home to document how awesome my hair looked at the temper trap concert. and that i wore my glasses, which i can see better without. i was going for the look, people. i don't need glasses. ever. or yet.

remember that one time last summer that i met two english dudes - darrel and andi, and how i kissed darrel after only knowing him for a few hours? and how i usually don't do things like that??


last night at the concert, one thing lead to another and before i knew it, i was kissing a guy from northern england named dan, who was there with his friend andy. luckily i had a witness or two so that i can have reassurance that it wasn't a dream.


i'm starting to see a trend and i'm thinking that i should be moving to england if i ever want to get married. apparently the guys there think i'm smokin' hot. the guys in my ward, not so much.


i could not make this stuff up. yet, this is my life. seriously.


ps. this time, i'm leaving it at a fling. promise.
pps. thanks for not thinking less of me. lets just say i'd gone too deep by the time he wanted to kiss me and i couldn't back out. and why would i want to? lets be real.

post-edit:
Rita would like me to add the text messages that I sent her on Friday night:

9:48: You here?
10:05: On other side. Practicing smiling at attractive men. eeeek
10:06: I'm wearing glasses, a scarf, and my hair is au natural. ha.
10:44: Guy I was making eyes with....British. From same town as Darrel. Eff.
11:09: kissed him.