French Kiss Fries

I was waiting to get on the elevator with two gentleman that knew each other, but were strangers to me. When the elevator doors opened, being "gentleman" they let me get on first (I love that! ***golf clap***). As I walked on, the smell of fast food hit me right in the face. Obviously someone who was just on the elevator was bringing their lunch to their office.

As the men followed me into the elevator, one of them leaned over to me and asked, "Mmmm, is that french fries you're wearing?"

Classic. I really appreciate a well-timed quip.

(We had a chuckle and the joke progressed into my claiming I rub french fries all over my body to entice men--it's actually not that bad of an idea.)

My Big Idea

It goes like this: when someone likes you, you're indifferent. When someone doesn't like you, you're crazy for them. And that just isn't fair, now is it? You know the cliché where you want what you can't have. I've found myself in situations like that, and when I get over the person I look back and think, "what was the big deal?"
I tell myself this person (or whatever) is awesome, and I refuse to believe anything different until that person makes it quite clear who they really are.

We pursue what's just out of our reach. We're doomed for dissatisfaction because we always want more--or at least what we assume is more. In hindsight, we realize we were just pursuing what we already had.

Every person on this earth should make a pact to seclude him or herself for six months and then at the same moment come back to each other. Maybe then we'd see every person in the same light. If you can't have anyone, maybe you'd appreciate everyone.