rub-a-dub.

its friday night and after another long week of running around the city between jobs, all I could think to do was soak in a hot tub, drink some "leche con cafe" (milked up coffee) and hit the bed. after a short word on my blog, that is. lately i've spent lots of time with myself, especially curled up on my couch or soaking in a bath...i got to thinking, pondering rather, how will my prince C find me? not that im worried about it just yet (hello mid twenties), but seriously, how do i expect him to find me when i spend so much time at home...alone. aah love, it'll come in some strange, crazy, BAM way im sure. i cant say i lack the attention, but not every invitation is worth accepting. these days i take great care and consideration into who i allow any of my precious time. living in such a crazy/crowded city you have to become hardened and protective of your personal space and whom you choose to share it with. im in no rush to jump on any bandwagons or have others jump on mine. sure, it may sound cynical, but deep down (way inside) im an optomistic romantic. for the mean time, its ME im focused on perfecting and understanding. theres amazing fulfilment that follows an exhausting day- its called: PROGRESS. one. step. at. a. time. i just keep breathing and crawling..eventually i'll be walking...and then hopefully, waaay down the road, i'll be carried; yes, by prince C presumably...if he somehow finds me not in my tub.