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Apparently, I’m a five-guy kind of girl.

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While I was about to leave for the gym this evening, I walked past my mother who was on the phone with one of her best guy friends from her 30s. He’s a riot and a wonderful person and lately he’s been trying to fix me up with his son, who is a year older than me. The kid’s pretty attractive and has a really supreme job (mostly because of his father’s connections, but I’ve never actually spoken to him.

My mom handed me the phone and I said hello. Quickly, her friend said, “my son’s alone this weekend. You should come over.”

I laughed, “I have plans.”

“Put your mother on,” he replied.

I handed the phone off. Sometime, soon, yeah, maybe I’d let his son take me out. It’s a little awkward and it feels kind of dynastic, though. Also, they’re pretty conservative 1%ers and I don’t know if I’m quite ready to dive into another foray into messing around with the 1%. Sure, my mom’s friend is totally open and wonderful, but eh. He once made a comment to my mother that I was “perfect but we’ll fix the liberal thing” that sort of turned me off.

“He’s got his friend over,” I could hear my mom’s friend say through the phone.

My mom chuckled, “Ivy’s not really a two-guy kind of girl.” I winked at her and turned to go. “She’s more of a five-guy girl.”

Thanks, Mom.

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My mother came to visit for the day yesterday. I was so, so happy to see her and we wound up having a fabulous time. It was fun to show her around everywhere while my friends and everyone else was around and I didn’t have a lot of work to worry about. It was great to just give her a day and not have to think about other stuff.

We wound up having dinner with my friends at my frat. She loved everyone, everyone loved her, and I honestly miss her already. It was great to be approached for the rest of the night after she left while I was out and have people tell me they loved meeting my mother.

A funny moment at dinner was when I caught my mother checking out that guy from my frat and she nudged me and said, “well, look at the body on that guy. Do you know him?” I blushed and looked down into my plate. She laughed, “nicely done, Ivy.”

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God, this almost made me cry. I really, really hope this works out. I can’t even begin to say how moving/heart-wrenching the look on his face in. He’s in my prayers. Oh my God.

etherealgirl:

I never reblog this sort of thing, but my heart goes out to this man.  I hope he finds her soon and she’s safe.  And I really hope she does the healing she needs in order to allow people who lover her back in her life.

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In reference to this conversation: 

You see that smile at the end of the gif? My grandmother was giving it. It’s one of those “hell yeah I’m sexy, try and take me on, world” smiles. She just oozed confidence in it. And what was next to her in the photograph? My uncle in a stroller. 

When she was younger, my grandmother was a model. She was terribly thin. Yet, she told me that picture, where she’s all curved out, was her favorite photograph of herself and her body. She’s just plain gorgeous in it.

I swear, she’s my hero.

herdirtylittleheart:

Gotta love that sassy face.

Speaking of sassy face; Radeo (omg! squeeeee!!! crush!!) has a tumblr:

logicrovers:

all hail the queen.