First we went to get ice cream, and then we went to see a movie where no one else was in the theatre (raises eyebrows suggestively). After the movie we strolled along the pier and when a group of homeless men were yelling obscene words at me he gave them all the stink eye. As the sun went down, we walked along the beach and spotted several dolphins not too far off and in a less fortunate turn of events we found a dead seal. We ended up at the lighthouse where we sat and looked out on the horizon for half an hour. It was the most romantic day I've ever experienced.
Who is this most mysterious person I went on a date with you ask? The answer is...me. Yes that's right folks, I went to get ice cream by myself, went to a movie by myself and laughed to myself whenever something funny happened on screen. I walked along the pier and scowled at rude homeless men, scampered along the beach oohing and aaahing to myself about the playful dolphins, jabbed a dead seal with a stick to make sure it was in fact dead, and then sat in contemplation on the rocks by a lighthouse by myself. And it was, STILL, the most romantic day I've ever had.
No one is in Santa Cruz yet so I've had to become my own best friend. It sounds kind of sad, and sometimes it is, but today was an example of how much a person can get out of making a date with themselves. It sure beats the last couple of days anyway, which was basically spent practicing my future life as a crazy cat-lady. I found the outdoorsy cat that we're supposed to take care of. We cuddle together while I read books until it gets bored of me and wants to go back outside. It turns out the first cat that Samantha and I found was most definitely not the cat we were supposed to take care of because that cat was all scabby and unfriendly even though I forced it come inside and eat anyway. So now, I guess, as the newly formed cat-lady, I force feral cats to come live with me so I don't have to form friendships with actual humans. The mice don't even bother me anymore. Mainly because I think they died somewhere in between the walls, but still.
I think I shall beach the week away until people come back. My goal is to look as leathery as Donatella Versace by the time I'm 25.
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