Blame It On The Rain

Men make us crazy! Have you noticed?

We scream the first time they call and become so overwhelmed with excitement and nervousness, we don’t answer.  We wouldn’t dare let them hear our high pitched voices.

Every time the phone announces a new text, we secretly hope it’s that one guy.

After we learn he’s on his way for our first date, a bomb nearly explodes inside of us.
We jump around like wild monkeys until we start freaking out about our hair and that new pimple on our chin.

Shortly before he arrives, we go into a deep meditative state to appear as if we have it together.  Telling ourselves to just breathe...just breathe.   After the first kiss, we bounce from one end of the house to the other and we squeal, throwing our hands up in the air releasing the inner cheerleader.

We talk about him all the time.  Our friends know his favorite color, our Dad’s get a glimpse and our Mom’s laugh with us.

In almost every thought, he surfaces.  We think about him when we wake up, during lunch, when we shave our legs and when we go to sleep.  There he stays, in our heads.

Before forever is ever mentioned, we’ve already picked out our dress, the location and how many children we'll have.

Men make us crazy!

I’ve recently been blessed with experiencing this craziness… once again; reconnecting with my inner 13 year old.  Calling all of my girl friends asking, “What do I say? How do I respond? Should I text him?” Asking my favorite guy pal, “What should I do? What does he mean?”

We were wired for love and it can be a crazy, beautiful mess.

If you find yourself in my shoes one day and happen to look back and become embarrassed by something crazy you did, don’t fret.

Blame it on the rain and just face it, men make us crazy.