My friends! Helloooooo! Hope you're all doing well! Normally I have a guest blogger on Wednesdays to share their own personal online dating story, but today I'm my own guest! You're totally allowed to do that. I didn't see any rules against it in the blogger handbook. I'm my guest, I'm my guest! Put my service to the test! Sorry, I got a little carried away there. Do you have any idea of the significance of this day?! It's 12/12/12! *dances*
Some of you may be going, "Yeah, I guess that's kind of cool and stuff, but we had one of those in November last year with the 11/11/11." To you I say, "Good point, but 11 is not 12, and 12 happens to be my most favourite number in the entire world!" :D
It all stems back to my early days of playing soccer. The year was 1998. I tried out and made the rep soccer team for my local city, and I was ecstatic. I prayed I'd get the number 7 on my jersey, but wouldn't you know it. That was the coach's daughter's number. Instead, I was handed 12. It meant nothing to me then.
Somehow that number turned out to be magical for me. It helped to earn me the nickname 'animal' on the field. I was the central defender, the last line of defense before the goalie. I ate more dirt that season than a two-year-old turned loose in a sandbox. I was a slide-tackling champion. No one could get past me, and if they did, they'd live to regret it. Number 12 and I bonded that year, my friends, and we've been inseparable ever since.
Which brings us back to today and the whole point of this blog. Over the years, 12 has continued to be good to me. So when I dream, as I often do, about my future wedding, the date is always 12/12/12. *looks at calendar* *shrugs* Yeah, there's not going to be a ceremony for me today, unless you call the spastic dancing I plan to do at 12:12 a ceremony of the disturbed. I can accept and appreciate that now is not the time for me to be married. Okay, so I'm kind of hoping a really cute, really tall guy with curly hair, baby blue eyes, and the hottest running shoes evah will knock on my door in the next twelve minutes and propose to me, but that probably won't happen. Now is not the time. Mr. Right is out there for me, I know, but today is not my wedding day, as badly as I want it to be.
Let me tell you what else I know. I know that I found a really cool guy on eHarmony. I call him Mr. Rube Goldberg because he builds these things called Rube Goldberg machines for a living. If you're scratching your head, it's okay. I totally did too. I'll show you what one looks like in two seconds and recognition will dawn. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand....
Okay, here's his latest creation: Goldberg vs Newton
I always make fun of him and call his machines something other than what they are. I say, "How's that spaceship coming along?" "What's new with your death star?" "Any closer to finishing the world's biggest bouncy castle?" "How about that giant robot you've been working on?" "Hey, good luck with your Rubik's cube." I think it amuses him for the most part. ;)
We talk all the time on facebook. Yeah, we've moved BEYOND eHarmony. That's how cool we are. And he's this guy who can build these insanely amazing things, AND he's funny. He cracks me up constantly. I think he might be the most interesting man in the world. Mr. Rube Goldberg and I haven't yet met, but we have plans to in the very near future. He may not be THE guy for me, but he's A guy, and he's awesome, and I really can't wait to meet him and talk a little more in depth about his solar systems...or whatever the hell they are. :P
So yeah. I'm just a girl, looking for a guy to marry me someday. It doesn't have to be today, but I know something magical is bound to happen today no matter what. :) It's the power of 12! So go forth and enjoy the day!