and glitter fell from the sky

As I left my apartment this morning there was glitter falling from the sky. Well that's what it looked like. Then I remembered where I live and realized that it was ice. Not snow...it was tiny shards of ice falling from the sky. I don't mind snow, but I do mind ice. Actually it's rather beautiful as you walk down the sidewalk and everything is glittering. What isn't beautiful is face-planting as you observe the beautiful sparkles around you.

See how beautiful they are!?
I have managed to avoid falling so far this winter season. Now that I have said that I will probably fall in the middle of a crosswalk on my way home today...and get run over by a car. Anyway, I was driving today and saw a girl totally eat it right in front of me. The girl was trying to cross in front of my car as I was coming out of a parking lot. I decided to scare her a little and pretended like I was sliding and couldn't stop. Ok that's a lie. Actually I was stopped and waiting for her to cross and she totally slipped and fell. This wasn't a face-plant. This was one of those falls like when you are ice skating and start to wobble and think leaning back will help. And then the arm flailing began. I could tell by how unstable she was that no amount of arm flailage was going to save her at this point. So she fell on her butt and then struggled to get up. To save her from further embarrassment I pretended like I was looking for some change in my car and that I didn't see her flailing and falling on the lovely, yet deceptive, glitter. So she went on her way, but looked a little angry. I wonder if she expected me to laugh along with her? I usually don't want anyone to say anything to me when I do something stupid so I thought I'd just pretend like I didn't see it. I guess I could have just pointed and laughed at her and snapped a few pictures of the hilarious event. But that would have been rude of me.

So I've been thinking a lot about the art of dating. I don't really understand it. I'm just glad I don't have to deal with it anymore. I don't understand how some people always get asked out and other people don't. I mean, I have seen some real weirdos out there who are dating up a storm! Maybe they are just able to find other weirdos. I once heard a funny, yet suprisingly true, statement: 95% of the population is trying to date 2% of the population. I think that's kinda sad. I know not all guys are looking for the tall blonde with a perfect body and not all girls are looking for that tall, dark, handsome guy. Sometimes I think people think they are attracted to a certain type of person and really limit themselves to who they are willing to date. Before I met my husband people would ask me what my type of guy was. I never really had an answer. All I knew is that I liked to be around people who laugh with/at me and who can make me laugh. I never really had a "type" of guy. (Although I married the best "type" of all...the wonderfully amazing type!) I know what it feels like to wish that people would be able to see that I was really funny and a great person even though I don't have perfect hair or weigh 80 pounds. That's a sad feeling. I think it would be great if people would be willing to get to know people before determining their datability. I don't know...just a thought.