The Crotch Patch Jeans

Ok, so I have these jeans, which I love. They fit good. They stretch good. They are the right length. So a few weeks back, tragedy struck and they got a little thin and a hole appeared...at the crotch. This is typical wear and tear I suppose. So my mom, being the excellent seamstress, she put a patch on. I know you what you are thinking. Great, the pants are fixed. BUT WAIT! The patch is on the outside of the jeans. Hello patch on the crotch! I guess this means I can't keep my legs open in any yoga positions. According to my mom and all her perfection, the patch had to be there because of the seam. Whatever. Now, last night, I had a rowdy good time with my dear friend, and well, we laughed, drank wine, discussed our master plan, ran an errand and dyed her hair all in one fail swoop. And then I was getting ready for bed, and HARK, there is a ROWDY HUGE hole next to the genius crotch patch. I know, you think I am a party animal. However, now I have to go to my mom's to get another patch. DOH! Good thing my mom doesn't charge me.

Let me get the door for you

So I have a hopeful blog to write. So when all hope is lost and you think that there are no decent men in the world left to even consider decent. One shows up right in front of your face. Let's call him Jeff. Jeff walked into my office last week at the end of the day and invited me out. I couldn't have been more glad to have dropped my original plans to have a night of fun. A night where I could feel a little human again. He treated me. How nice. A treat, for sure for me, since I had $4.00 in my wallet. And a t-shirt to prove I was there.

On top of the happiness I felt for the night, more was to come.
He then accompanied me to an event that NO man wants to attend. Have you guessed it? Yes, a wedding. All men dread weddings. So he purchased a new outfit and we were off to San Antonio. I know, it was even out of town. Ultimate sacrifice for a man, another wedding in a my world of not wanting to go to another wedding, but wanting to be there for my friend, and his new found wife who I am hoping will also become my friend.

Now back to Jeff, he is sweet, and he is funny, he is attractive, and he has a humble side, and best of all he makes me laugh. I mean the kind of laugh where you don't have to try to laugh to make someone feel good, the laugh that starts in your belly and makes your eyes water. He helped me drive, he opens my door, and he lets me order dinner first. He even left me the last towel in the hotel so I would have to air dry and shake until I was dry. I don't get tired of him, we always have a lot to say or nothing to say and it's not uncomfortable. In a word it's nice. Just nice. Nice to have someone who puts something on the table for me. Does nice things for me. And he does it because he cares. And maybe that's all I need at the moment, is to know someone cares for me.