Secrets May 16, 2011

I’m horrible at keeping them.

Really. I tweet about things before their official announcement, I tell close friends secret plans before I’m ready to set them into action… I just have some desire… whenever I have a secret of my own, I hate keeping it secret. (I can keep other people’s secrets just fine, though.)

The best secret I’ve ever kept was my (almost famous) decision to get a haircut, I didn’t tell anyone. (And it made everyone’s reactions that much funnier.) But even still then, my mother knew, and the woman that was cutting my hair knew.

Whenever I have a secret, I need to let someone else know. And now I have a secret, and based on my stats, no one actually reads this blog (lol) so I’ll tell YOU.

There’s a girl. And despite my recent history with girls, which you don’t need to know about, and despite the fact that I said I’d “stay away from dating” for a while, and despite the fact that I didn’t finish the last glass of orange juice I poured… there’s a girl. I know her through Church, and I feel God telling me that this is alright (But the last girl that I met at Church… that was bad… but now it’s actually kind of funny.)

I’m  mayor of my Parish on Foursquare.

I’ve been on Foursquare lately. Have I told you? Friend me.

But I’m mayor of the Church on Foursquare. And she knows it. And somehow or other… she thinks it’s kind of cool.

I feel us growing closer, and there’s just something about her. She tells me that she likes my hair shorter, and that I shouldn’t grow it out again. That was the last secret I kept. And I kept that one pretty good. So for now, this will just be our secret. (Don’t tell anyone!)