The Road to Nowhere

The year: 1990

As an 18 year old, I had still not yet decided who I wanted to be, and spent much of my time exploring my options. Which did not always lead me to make the smartest choices...but that's what life experiences are for right? 

I started working at Zia Records in Phoenix when I was 17, obtaining one of the highest sought jobs for cool people in Phoenix. Honestly, it was one of the best jobs I have ever had in my life, giving me total freedom to express myself as I deemed necessary.

With this freedom, I decided it was time for a change. I traded in my mini mini-skirts, 4 inch spike heels and Aquanet addiction in for granny dresses, combat boots, a mohawk and liberty spikes. My music tastes morphed from Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and Ratt to the Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols and Crass. 


My transformation could not have come at a better time. Saddam Hussein was preparing to invade Kuwait and the US was about to become involved, leading to the first peace march rally around the capital in Phoenix since the Vietnam war. Besides, who marches on the capital in mini-skirts and spike heels?  Combat boots were much more conducive to marching and holding "NO BLOOD FOR OIL" signs. Granted, at that point I had absolutely NO idea what was going on. I just chanted along, following the crowd. We could have been demonstrating for freedom to pee in public for all I knew! But I had fun because I was expressing myself.

911 = Too Much Fun!

Disclaimer: I was not always the well balanced human that I have now become (don't laugh. Really) and I do not condone any of the not-so-wise choices I made as a teenager. This is for entertainment purposes only. :)


Phoenix: 1989
During my senior year of high school, I had finally achieved the long awaited title of "popular".  Granted, it was an alternative school, but hey...it worked for me! Although we did not have cheerleaders or pom squads, we did have hacky-sack circles and coveted benches in the yard.  And those who held the magnificent GOLD card for good grades got an extra smoke break every hour and the freedom to leave campus for lunch in our broken down cars... or broken down converse sneakers. (or 3inch spike heels and mini-skirts. It was the 80's) And better yet, we got to escape to the nearby vo-tech to break in to our chosen careers of horticulture specialists, floriculturists, or auto mechanics.
Somehow in the midst (or mist) of my 'popular' status, I ended up in a 2 year relationship with one of the 'popular' guys on campus. Lets call him Joe...

Flypaper for Freaks

So I decided to try to actually date before getting married. Again. Living in a college town makes things a little tough, so I thought I would give online dating a try. Can you say mistake? I know, I know, there’s always that one perfect couple. You know the one. They met online, talked for years, flew thousands of miles to meet and are now living out their dreams with 2.5 kids in the suburbs. Well, no such luck for this single girl. Why, you ask? Well, follow along and you will see.

Mr. "X" and I met through a mutual friend on myspace. Not the typical match.com date, I know. But we did meet online and we did go on a blind date, so it counts.