Wine musings...

Oh boy, oh boy... you're in for a treat, two blogs in a week! Although, if you're an immediate relative you may choose not to read it. (It's about boys!) Also note that I have been drinking tonight, so possibly not my best work.

One of my favorite movie quotes goes as such: 
"I like him" "You like every boy" "What's wrong with that?!" 

This is the story of my life when I'm single. I have crushes on everybody. That guy in the finance department, my brother's friend, the new security guy, the guy at my gym, the rock climbing instructor, the list goes on... I like guys, and I like lots of them. I mean why not? One of my co-workers was teasing me for my incessant crushes, but to be honest, I don't see the harm in it. 

Funny thing is that when a guy likes me, I have NO idea. I am possibly the most aloof person I've ever met. Ironic if you've ever met me and know how cocky/confident I am about how fantastic I am. As good as I am at learning languages (og ja jeg kan godt huske naesten alle de Danske jeg laert saa mange aar siden) body language is not a language I can read. Is there some handbook I can get on how guys flirt? What does it mean when he [blanks]? I like to think that I would appreciate it if a guy just said, hey I think you're really attractive and I'd like to see if our personalities mesh. Although, lets be honest, I would probably laugh and walk away.

You may have noticed two things, 1. that I'm not very good at writing frequently, and 2. that I haven't been answering "soul pancake" questions like I said I was going to. On the first, I'm learning that follow through isn't one of my strong suits. On the second, the book isn't what I expected. I'll probably get a few more thought provoking blogs out from it, but don't hold your breath. 

Instead I want to talk about something that I didn't find in the book - the line between being a kid and being an adult. (Cue Bittersweet Symphony on Pandora - honestly couldn't have picked it better) One of the biggest things that nags at me is when do you start feeling like a grownup instead of a kid. What defines an adult that differs from a kid? Bills? Job? Education? Family? 

So, today I had my first doctors appointment with my new PCP - the first doctor I've had since I moved to DC, and the first new doctor I've had since 1998. It was a bit weird. I didn't quite know what to expect, but she was interesting to say the least. She's about 55, used a bit of profanity, told me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me and that I had excellent vitals. Follow that up with blood work, a trip to the dermatologist, chiropractor, and gynecologist and I'll be all set! 

Nearly a year and a half it took me to get my health situation set up, one more check mark on my "Being an Adult" to-do list. It didn't make me feel like a grown-up. I talked with the receptionist about whether I had a deductible on my insurance, but I had my HFS benefits card available if I had to pay something. 

At work we had a discussion about what becoming a 100% employee owned company meant, how the transaction worked and what the benefits to each of us would be eventually. I thoroughly enjoyed the presentation by our CFO (I'm noticing that I really like the financial aspects of work) and he mentioned something about how in your twenties it's hard to think about retirement. However, I'm already saving over 10% of my income for retirement, something kids my age aren't typically doing. But still, it doesn't make me feel like a grown up. 

When I really sit down to examine my life, something I've done more frequently lately, I keep thinking there's some invisible threshold that I'm going to cross and once I've passed the milestone I will wake up the next day feeling like a grown-up. 

Then again, maybe not.