Vanilla

Yesterday, one of my co-workers offered to take all of us out to lunch. It was very sweet of him and, more importantly, I felt included by "the boys." I sure as heck was not going to pass up the opportunity. On the way to the restaurant, somehow the conversation got on to traffic tickets. I, knocking loudly on wood, said that I had never gotten a traffic ticket. The co-worker made a comment about how I was a safe driver, and I said that I tried.

Then later, we were getting ice cream to finish the meal, and my boss said that he loved vanilla ice cream. I said that cheese pizza and vanilla ice cream were my favorites, and the other co-worker compared it to my never having gotten a traffic ticket.

Guys. Am I boring?

I don't like getting into trouble. I don't like negative attention. I like living a simple life, safe and comfortable. I like sleeping in on Saturday mornings and wearing clothes that don't show my boobs too much and keeping a full tank of gas in my car. But does all this equate to boring?

I also like snorkeling by a coral reef and seeing sea turtles. I like roller coasters and action movies and sunsets and dawns. I like yellow dresses and thunderstorms.

Maybe it's not about boring. Maybe it's just about picking my battles. I would much rather ride a roller coaster than get a traffic ticket.