Boys don’t make passes

Just picked up my first ever pair of glasses. Like so many things, I managed to take something that should be very simple and make it completely impossible (No, seriously, my Dr. gave me someone else’s prescription. I had no idea, given that it was my first prescription EVER and the numbers meant nothing to me, so glasses store lady and I spend 30 long minutes thinking the other people was very. slow. as I said things like, no I can’t see as well at a distance! That’s all! It’s not bad! while she eyed my 70-year-old-lady-legally-blind prescription and said things like I have no idea how you got around in the world for so long without glasses! How is this your first pair? You need bifocals! Once we figured it out I asked why she didn’t just tell me that I was blind and she said I didn’t want to make you feel bad! Then, to reward her for being so aware of my self-esteem, I left my wallet/ID/method of payment at home! Huzzah!)

Also, you know those allergy commercials where everything is fuzzy and sad and then ta-da! things are bright and have edges! That’s been me all afternoon. I have no idea how I didn’t notice that I was going slowly blind. I spent 15 minutes in Jamba Juice just pushing my glasses up and down and saying, Is this what the world really looks like?

More importantly, I think this just upped my nerd quotient ten-fold. Now everyone’s going to know I’m prone to starting sentences with So on this blog I read… before I even open my mouth.