the invisible man...

i've decided i need to come up with a standard imaginary boyfriend. that way when a strange cashier man at walgreens starts asking about whether or not i have a boyfriend, i don't have to stammer through some random response that somehow incorporates pretty much every guy i've dated. you'd think by now, after being single for the large majority of my life, i would already have that imaginary man all mapped out. but nope. not me. i'm a fly by the seat of my pants kinda girl. ok so maybe it's not so much that, but rather the fact that coming up with, and then attempting to remember, a fictitious story about an make-believe man is just waaaaaay more effort than i'm willing to put in.

but i dunno, an imaginary boyfriend. it's actually not a bad idea. i can see it now....creepy man: "so where's the boyfriend tonight?" me: "oh he stayed home, he has a long day tomorrow full of things like finding a cure for cancer, and creating world peace. he's a busy guy." i could have the single greatest boyfriend ever. he could be hot and funny and love cheese. and then if there is a boy i'm actually interested in speaking to...poof! no more boyfriend! it's just that easy. i just have to make sure i refrain from speaking to him in public.