An older woman, probably around 75 or 80, told me she felt sorry for me tonight because I had a table of seven preteen girls. I told her it was fine, and she laughed at me.
"Do you like being a waitress?" she asked me. When I told her that I love it, she smiled at me and said, "I loved it too."
I didn't mind the table of preteens though. I really feel like there aren't enough children in my life. I miss my sister (even though she'll be in high school next year, so she's not really a child anymore...), I miss my cousins and my step-cousins. The only time I see kids anymore is at work. I should be seeing the sister and the step-cousins in a couple of weeks though! They're all getting so big, and I miss them all so much. I don't say that nearly enough. Moving away has its perks, but sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it.
Things I need more of in my life: children, cats, old people, food I actually cook for myself, writing on paper/on the computer instead of in my head, a bottle of L'Occitane Cédrat Pomelo perfume, pretty shoes I can afford, kissing that lasts for longer than 15 minutes and doesn't lead to sex, JoAnna Lewis, e-mails to be returned after I send them, Bloc Party at very high volumes, my tax refund, car insurance, a dental appointment, sleep at a decent hour.
That's not so much to ask for, is it?
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ETA: Oh, and oral sex. The holy grail of my sex life.
I don't think I've ever admitted it in so many words, but in an ideal world, sex without oral would not exist.]