tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724074.post111325362424766134..comments2023-05-22T02:32:06.349-07:00Comments on Oddities Abound: P&T B.SRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156684733254486793noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724074.post-1113340232899632382005-04-12T14:10:00.000-07:002005-04-12T14:10:00.000-07:00OH...so NOW you want to be friends again. er...I ...OH...so NOW you want to be friends again. er...I mean "YAY...we're still friends!" Heh heh. As a person who got married in her early 20s AND at 30, I must weigh in here with the "wait for 30" argument. You change SO much during your 20s (and come on, you're still Daddy's little girl right now) that you don't really have a good idea of how exactly you will turn out and, hence, what you want in a man. Sure, some people hit the jackpot right out of the gate, but don't kid yourself. When I went back to school my (first) husband freaked out and then started accusing me of sleeping with all of HIS friends. He is on marriage #3 right now, and he is a moron. I was a moron for marrying him. I thought as long as he was a nice guy and didn't HIT people (after putting my previous boyfriend in PRISON for hitting people, namely me) all would be well. And he is a nice guy. But dumb as a bag of hammers. What the hell was I thinking? Anyway, moral here is wait until you find Mr. Right...not Mr. Right Now. He'll turn up eventually. Have fun, live it up, then you can marry and become a hermit like me. J/K...I'm not really a hermit. Oh, and if you need a recommendation for someone who does "Shelby removals" just say the word. LOL. That's hilarious! IN your shirt. I can just imagine those first few moments...EThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05046804369459716917noreply@blogger.com