i don't trust skinny girls

the conversation went something like this between my roommate and myself....

Me: I think my next blog entry will be titled 'i don't trust skinny girls'  you know...those girls who are naturally skinny and can eat whatever they want and never have to exercise...what else is there in life to worry about? how are you spending your free time? what do you talk about with your girlfriends? there would be no reason to complain. my only reasoning for EVERYTHING that i'm not doing is, "if i only lost 50 lbs"...if skinny girls don't have anything to hold them back, they are up to no good. Doing some sneeky things i bet. 

Her: Yah, plotting world domination. 

Me: YES! exactly. they cannot be trusted! 

Her: Ok yah that's good, but instead of writing about it, and complaining, why don't we go to the farmer's market and walk around, so that you are actually DOING something. And then you can write about it, and add in the part about skinny girls. 

Me: Dammit, you're right. GET DRESSED WE'RE GOIN' OUT!!!!!!! 

Now, a little background for my readers, i am in NO WAY a foodie or a cook or anything. if it has bread and cheese chances are i love it, oooh and i do know that those two things go very well with red wine--yahhhh, that's about all the knowledge i have on food.  BUT i do know all the good places to meet BOYS! **important note, i KNOW all these places, never have i actually had any of them actually WORK!  But i am on a kick to stay optimistic. Sooooo, in addition to my rants and complaints i FULLY intend to take one day out of my week to go to all the places that Cosmo magazine and Ryan Seacrest tell you to go to in LA to meet guys. And i will give you a full accurate account of what to expect.... not some sugar coated lies brought to you by some gorgeous editor of Vogue with an unlimited expense account, etc.  Hence, here we go..... the farmer's market in Hollywood!!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!!! See?? happy, excited, hopeful :)

of COURSE it has to be hot out. It's the END OF OCTOBER and it's 86 degrees. PERFECT weather for me (who never has a sweaty face) to be walking around carrying pumpkins and corn, and other heavy things. Literally my roommate (ok, who am i kidding, meghann) and I are walking down the aisles of the outdoor festive little market, and inside I can hear my mom's voice crystal clear....STOP LOOKING AT THE FOOD TANYA! Keep your eyes up and ahead and look for your man. PLUS it was sunny as hell out and I, of course, did not have sunglasses so I'm SQUINTING! Which my mother always told me NEVER to do...she used to say..."It makes you look closed off and unhappy"  So i'm trying to not squint, not sweat (which is hopeless) and not look at the food (again, pretty much hopeless)  But alas, I manage to keep my eyes open.... SPOTTED! one cute guy! And he's actually looking at ME? It is only when I get closer that I realize he's just looking for signatures to legalize marijuana. GREAT!  After I most definitely signed it, i was starting to get discouraged.  Maybe it's because my hands are filled with food! And I'm not open to the possibility of filling my arms with a man (oh come on, i can still believe in secreting stuff and all of the feng shui bullshit) QUICK! i hand over my bags to our friend patrick who had just met us for lunch. Nope, still nothing. And still sweating. **If anyone is reading this godforsaken (just googled the spelling of this, because it does NOT look right but it is) blog and you are the owner of a fantastic beauty line that makes sweat absorbing powder or something, i would be happy to try free samples of your product and endorse it. Anyone? Yah, it's probably just me and my 12 followers (who i love dearly) Anyways...moving forward. 

OOh spotted Jason Alexander. Nope, not helping. 

Now I am on my second strawberry lemonade (wishing it was filled with vodka) and I'm really trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong!!! optimism fading.... Then i totally have an AHA! moment, just like Oprah. I am honestly and truly having such a fun day. I didn't need a cute guy to make my day fun, in fact it would have probably been more stressful and lead to more sweating. In all of my rush to find guys I failed to notice everything good about this place.  It's the BEST place to just people watch--crazies and families alike. We managed to get the last two LIVE crabs from this guy who was featured in LA magazine and we got his blessing to boil them :)  This sweet lovely woman at the cheese stand (yes, of COURSE i got cheese) gave us about a million samples of delicious cheese before finally choosing our favorites. There was this one guy who introduced me to my first beet dipped in lemon juice and paprika, and this awesome girl told me that the lemon actually brings out the sweetness in the beets! Everyone was so friendly and happy to share all of their fun foodie facts. OHHHH god there were these olives that I could have had SEX with. The sweet white corn was devoured by me and matt and meghann in about 2 seconds flat (ok, actually it was just me that devoured it so quickly, which matt had NO problem pointing out)  AND that strawberry lemonade was literally worth fighting wars over. 

Just to wrap up my day at the farmer's market, I have this one thing to say. Go! it is so much fun, such good cheap food, and really isn't it the possibility of what COULD happen that makes it all worth while? Here's hoping... (always with optimism)