two things. first, a story.

back in jan. st. louis guys come to chi-town to visit erica and helen. i make friends with said guys. i guess one of them calls helen and erica upon returning home and confesses that he's smitten with yours truly, but asks them not to tell me, which of course they later do because hey, i deserve fair warning. helen knows me quite well and has a good idea about what is attractive to me in a guy, and during her conversation with aforementioned boy (before i ever knew anything about it), tells him she doesn't think he is intellectual or musical enough for me. which, let's face it, is funny just because she had the balls to tell him something like that.

fast forward.

a half an hour ago, st. louis boy calls me and it's the first time we've talked since january. conversation goes as follows:

"hey steph! i was going to call erica and your name was right under hers on my phone so i thought i would give you a call."
(me trying to figure out how, unless he has 0 friends, my name would show up aphabetically under erica's)
"hey, good to hear from you!"
"what have you been up to?"
"oh, school, music, work, the usual drama. how are you?"
"oh, kinda frustrated. my youth pastor is trying to set me up with this one chick but i'm not about it at all. i'd really rather focus on music right now. i started taking guitar lessons. and i want to learn piano and drums too."
"wow. you're gonna be a musical MACHINE."
"yeah, well I LOVE music. i love school too. i'm taking this class on the book of acts. it just blows me away. you know, i love school. i love to learn."

and so the conversation continues, basically him talking about himself, which was fine because i'm too tired to answer questions right now. i hope you see the humor in all this. maybe i'm just jumping to conclusions. maybe his newfound hobbies are coincidences. haha.

second, another story. but not my story. someone elses. i heard someone else's story today that greatly disturbed me. in fact, due to this new information i may need to join a convent. what follows is a conversation between one of my male friends and i:

"i kissed a guy once."
"what?" (i'm thinking he was either drunk or it was a peck on the cheek)
"yeah, i kissed my cousin... i think we were 9-10. we had never kissed girls before and we didn't want to do it wrong, so we practiced on each other."
(nervous) "what kind of kiss was this?"
"oh it was an open-mouth kiss. of course we weren't doing it right, but there was tongue and everything."
(simulateous vomiting and inconsolable laughter)
"what you never kissed one of your girlfriends when you were younger to practice?"
"ummm...NO, i'm not from ARKANSAS."

seriously.