I had to go on a mission today to buy a dress. It was complicated. It was bad luck in the form of the dress I ordered over a week ago suddenly being out of stock and a little bit of good luck in the form of a one-day-only 40% off sale at Banana Republic and a little bit of bad luck in the form of me being a XS Petite (Did I SHRINK?) and not being able to find anything pretty in my size there. So I ended up buying this purple silk number with a boat neck and puff cap sleeves and a pencil skirt. It's totally not as cute as the first dress that I purchased, which was Lorick, the real-life counterpart of Blair Waldorf's Mom's line on Gossip Girl. And blue. And had birds on it. And was adorable. But I digress!
My point is, I went shopping at the 3rd Street Promenade this evening. I was there for about an hour and a half, and 80% of that time was in the fitting room at Banana, waiting for the sales associate to dig up a XS Petite for me.
When I was done at Banana, I walked down to Urban Outfitters for a headband. That's about a two block walk. During that two block walk, I was approached THREE TIMES by young men in suits trying to introduce me to the existence of their God.
WHAT?!?
This always happens to me. I swear, when I was in college, I'd be minding my own business, sitting on a bench somewhere and all kinds of random people would just come up and literally start reading the Bible to me. WHAT!??!
What is it? Why me? What is it about me that screams "I have no faith in your God?" Aside from my voice screaming "I have no faith in your God." You tell me.
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