1-2-3 Not It!

So, remember when you were a kid and you never wanted to be "it" in tag? We would go to all kinds of lengths to avoid being "it." We'd yell crazy phrases, count really fast and put our thumbs to our heads, sometimes gouging ourselves in an effort not to be "it." We'd run as fast as we could and slide between other people's legs or run into brick walls in order to be safe. Well, as adults I don't think our desire to be "not it" wanes, but now we have no base. Someone tags you and you are "it." I suppose I could get tagged and just not respond, but then I'd be like the lame kid who gets tagged and decides he's done playing, thereby ruining the game for everybody else. So, in an effort to be a cool kid and not a lame one, I'm gonna be "it" in this game of blogger tag. Here are 6 little known facts about me:

1. My first crush was on my cousin Andy when I was 5. This began a long history of loving boys I can't have.

2. When I was young I used to enjoy organizing a box of 64 crayons in the best chromeological order more than actually coloring with them. How's that for nerdy?

3. I have an overdeveloped sense of empathy that does not only apply to humans. If I'm eating a baggie of cheerios (which I do almost daily) and one of the cheerios doesn't make it into my mouth I feel bad for the little cheerio who spent its entire existence waiting to be eaten and instead ends up on the sidewalk or the floor of my car. When I was little and was going to spend the night at a friend's house I would never bring a stuffed animal because I was worried that if I brought just one all of the other stuffed animals would feel bad that they were left behind.

4. My biggest fear is marrying someone who turns out to be gay.

5. When I eat candy that has multiple colors (like M&Ms or skittles) I always eat them two at a time, with same colors only. When it starts to get near the end and there aren't any more matching colors, I eat them in the best matching pairs (yellow/orange, blue/green).

6. In 11th grade I was cruising Taco Bell in my parents' car with Amy when we saw a boy who we thought was Andy Coones. We flirted with him, causing him to follow us. We soon discovered it wasn't him but we couldn't shake him and he followed us home. Once in our neighborhood, I went racing down a back street in an effort to lose him. I hit a dip, caught some air, and the bottom of the car scraped the street when we landed. The car "mysteriously" started having problems and cost my dad a pretty penny to be repaired. I never told my parents...until now. Sorry!