Sometimes it's just one of those days..

That start out pretty normal, nothing to complain about. Then you go into town, asking strangers what their perfect woman is and you meet a completely lovely guy who, with just the right amount of cheeky confidence says, "She has to have ginger hair, glasses and a lip ring" Which of course makes you blush and lost for any other words except for "Thank you" and "Goodbye".

So naturally you stumble away with a mass amount of butterflies in your stomach while your friends laugh at you for how red you went when he described you as his perfect woman. Then you go home and you spend the rest of the day retelling the story to all of your friends about your major fail in life and how you completely lost the ability to flirt during that one vital moment when you really needed to, and now you know that there is no hope of ever seeing the boy with slightly over sized eyebrows but a perfectly cute smile who was shopping for an underwater camera upon the event of the two of you meeting and you spend the remainder of the evening sulking.

And then for whatever reason or series of events, something unexpected decides to creep upon you and change your entire mood for the rest of the night. Leaving you at 11o'clock in the evening sitting on your house mates floor pretending not to cry while he puts on Pretty Woman and pretends to believe you when you say that you are okay and feeds you blueberry millions instead to try and cheer you up.

Sometimes, it's just one of those days...