If I Were a Boy

I ran again yesterday, on a different trail in a different part of the city, but the results were pretty much the same.  During the hour I was out there, huffing and puffing, I had some time to think about how things would be easier if I was born a boy.  I mean, they really would.  I know ladies are hard to understand, so maybe I'm being biased because I'm a girl and I understand me.  All I want is to have someone think of me as important and make time for me - there's no mystery there.  I'm sure I could figure it out if I were a dude, because I think I'd be a sensitive, artsy type and the girls would swoon.  

Know that I have no desire to actually BE a guy, but I know that if I were a boy version of me, I would be a catch.  Think about it:  I own my own car, I have a good, steady job, I'm good with kids, I'm sweet, I'm complimentary, I'm tall, I have a good relationship with my parents, I'm not hairy, I can sing well, I play the guitar, I love Jesus, I have good friends, I'm sociable, I'm funny, I can deal with crying, I don't pick fights and I love animals, just to name a few things.  I'd basically be Ryan Gosling, minus the beard and questionable fashion choices.  I would be in high demand if I were a boy.

But, I wasn't born a boy. I am girl and I am a dork.  I send pictures like this to the guy I'm smitten over:

What a nerd-o. 

Yes, I did actually send this.  I made the sign, took the picture and sent it.  Where were you to stop me?  After the text went out, I groaned.  "Gah!  You're a complete moron. *headdesk*"

If I sent a picture like that to a girl, she would die of cuteness overload.  You send a picture like that to a guy and he, well, he probably groans too.

Surprisingly, he liked it.  I guess my dorkiness has won at least one person over - and my favorite person no less.  Yay on that.