Annal 24: Tale from Van Helsing's Crossbow

I am probably the closest you will ever come to meeting a vampire.

There, I admitted it.

No, I don't drink blood.  I'm not a huge garlic fan, but it definitely doesn't hurt me.  I quite like crosses, and while I have never come into contact with holy water, I'm pretty sure I won't sizzle when splashed by it.  No one has ever tried to stab me with a wooden stake, though I'm sure that it would kill me were it driven through my heart.  But the sun... well... that's another story.

As I write this I'm fighting the urge to scratch my ears.  You see about three years ago I developed a mild sun allergy.  It doesn't last all summer, just for May and June, while my skin adjusts to the sun's heat again.  My skin bubbles.  I believe the correct term would be "breaking out in hives" but bubbling skin sounds a little more Dracula-esque, don't you think?  And so I am currently exercising all my self-control to not scratch those glorious little bumps that have appeared on my ear lobes.

See, when most people think vampires, especially in today's culture, they think glamorous and sexy.  They think Edward Cullen glittering in the sun, or Kate Beckinsale in black leather.  The closest I can come to that is red, bumpy skin that itches.

Attractive, isn't it?

Every once in a while I like to envision myself gloriously shaking my hair loose in the summer sun, skin glowing with a golden hue.  Instead I look in the mirror and see red skin...  that bubbles.

My only hope?  That Hugh Jackman as Van Helsing will catch wind of this "North American Vampire" and come hunt me down.

Such is the life of a Christian single.

Annal 17: Tale from the Movie Theatre

Last night I went to the movies with some friends.  It was opening night of X-Men: First Class and I was pretty excited to watch James McAvoy portray Charles Xavier (strictly because of his acting ability, of course).  I sat down in my seat, married friend on my one side, single friend on my other.  My married friend commented on her husband having gone to the earlier showing of the movie.  A random guy, probably about seventeen, who was sitting in front of me commented on his own marriage.  Our conversation went something along the following:

Him: "I enjoyed my wedding."
Me: "Oh yeah?  Well that's good."
Him: "It was in Vegas.  Went really well.  Happened about four days ago."
Me: "Well, congratulations, you must be very proud."
Him: "I am."

We then proceeded with our own conversations.  Shortly after, he again interjected into our conversation.

Him: "I'm divorced now."
Me: "Oh yeah..."  *I actually misunderstood what he was saying and so only absentmindedly acknowledged him*
Him: "... Think about it..."

So there we have it, I am the object of flirtatious attention from a teenaged boy.  So remember, just when you start to lose hope, there may be a boy almost ten years your junior out there to make you feel just swell.

After this we more or less ignored each other as I was too busy attempting to still my rapidly beating heart at Hugh Jackman's cameo appearance as Wolverine... sigh... give me a man with metal claws, an eyebrow that cocks, and that tough growl...

Such is the life of a Christian single.