Would Love Find You Faster If Your Delete Button Stopped Working?

by Amy on December 26, 2011 · 1 comment

The glass tipped and, before I could say *^@#$^!, the water splashed onto my laptop keyboard, not in one big slosh but in innocent enough droplets onto select keys, specifically onto my prize “delete” key.  I heard — no, I smelled, a sizzle, and then I was without.

Without the ability to delete — gasp.  For a girl who is forever speaking before she thinks, this could be a problem.

I’ve started a blog entry countless times over the last month, wanting to fill you in.  But in the interests of protecting the innocent (and maintaining an air of the mysterious sophisticate I aspire to be), each time I’ve deleted-deleted-deleted before publishing (the 2.0 equivalent of crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trash, I suppose).  As a result of this convenient one-button ability to delete, to self-censor, to bleep and erase and White Out, I’ve withheld from you the following developments in the life of this single girl:

  1. Two weeks before Christmas I slid on a red party dress and swiped on some shiny red lipstick and ventured to a holiday party.  There I checked my usual inhibitions at the door along with my black coat lined with violet satin, knocked back three glasses of white wine, promptly reverted to my 13th year, and spent a passionate hour dirty-dancing in a dark corner of the dance floor with a new acquaintance I would never see again.  And it was devilishly good fun.
  2. In the car on the way home from the party, that Kenny Chesney song “Don’t Blink” came on the radio, and, as Kenny would tell you, life goes faster than you think.  “Best start putting first things first,” Kenny sagely advises, “‘cause when your hourglass runs out of sand, you can’t flip it over and start again.”  Which inspired me in all my white-wine-induced dreaminess to jump immediately onto the computer when I arrived home and tell certain individuals exactly what I think via cryptic Facebook hints, because what do I have to lose.  The next day I was cranky and regretful and desperately wishing to delete, which was by then impossible.  But it was fun while it lasted.
  3. Also in this same time period, I invited someone on a date.  Someone who will read this.  Only he apparently did not know it was a date.  Now he does.  And it was fun.  I hope he had fun.  Next time I will make myself clearer.
  4. I have a crush, of the schoolgirl type.  A couple of them, possibly, although about the second I’m not entirely sure.  At least one is forbidden, and both, I’m pretty sure, are unrequited.  How very 13, but fun distractions from the serious business of Life, nonetheless.

2012: The year of devilishly good fun?  The year of not blinking?  How about…the year of no regrets?

Quick — delete!  Oh.

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Shelley December 26, 2011 at 11:27 am


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