Maybe I'll start a diary

I left church early today so that I could get home before the Pride parade and hide out for the rest of the afternoon. Flipping through the channels, I found Bridget Jones' Diary on tv and since it was between that and a Miley Cyrus movie, I opted for the Diary. When the movie first came out I remember not liking it at all. I don't for Renee Zellweger as an actress at all (her eyes are never open and she mumbles) and I hadn't yet learned to appreciate Colin Firth. After that, I never really gave it a shot again.
This afternoon, I found it entertaining. I think that this time, I relate to it more. I know, it's silly. But, kind of true. I've had the feeling that I'm going to end up a spinster. I've had the urge to just stay at home drinking tequila and dancing to oldies (don't worry, I haven't done that). I regularly make a fool of myself around guys I think are cute. Thankfully, there are some differences. I can cook (I've never made blue soup) and I've never slept with my boss. Unfortunately, I don't have two men fighting over me. I don't even have one man chasing after me.
So, maybe I'll start a diary and start working out more. And then I should probably pay more attention to that online dating profile I've been ignoring.