How did I get on this boat?

So it only just dawned on me that by entering the Ultimate Blogger competition I have opened myself up to Ultimate Judgement. You are probably thinking, “Um, Willow? Have you ever WATCHED a reality show? Did you READ the rules before you entered the UB?” The answer is yes, of course, but when I entered I wasn’t thinking about the judging part. I was thinking about the writing part, and the prizes part, and the being semi-famous part. So when we had to do our first round of voting I got so wound up! See, I am not a thick skinned lady. Nothing really rolls off my back, rather I take all criticisms straight to heart, mulling them over ad nauseum. My feelings get hurt easily. Waiting for the results of the last vote to come in was agony! I mean, I’m not just opening myself up to the judgement of strangers (though plenty of dudes comment at length on our posts), but also people I know. Ritchie, one of my fine competitiors, also happens to be Lover Longstreth’s BFF. Her intellect and self-posession have intimidated me since the day I first laid eyes on her, and now I’m inviting her to judge me? Oy vey, can you say ‘masochist?’
So what is a tender soul like me doing in the cut-throat world of reality entertainment? The answer is “Bringing It.” Once the shock of realization wore off, I got pumped up on the judgement part. This is my opportunity to toughen up, take some heat, sweat a little. My entries so far have been GOOD, and I’m over feeling like an imposter in this competition. I have one ally, James, and we are devoted to each other to the end. Ritchie has been trying to poach him in ever-more devious ways, but he is standing firm by my side. I recently came into posession of some information about Joel- seems he’s also been plotting to get me out. Poor, misguided fools. I got them running scared. (Does this sound like tough-girl talk? Cause that’s what I’m going for here. Or does it sound like I’m tempting fate? Cause I want to avoid that…) In any event, we voted against Joel this round, so (as long as others vote along the same line) that’s one less shark in the pond.
In Kiss-Me-On-The-Mouth news, I went to Andrew’s art opening on Thursday night. Remember Andrew, the cute boy I went on a date with a few weeks ago? Well, I sort of blew him off after our sweet date, because I didn’t feel ready for Involvement. But I still thought he was real nice, so I went to his event. His artwork looked great- the gallery was totally blowing up. We chatted outside for a while, and when we said goodbye, he kissed me on the mouth! And not a wimpy kiss, either! My God, do I ever love a surprise kiss on the mouth. I love people who are bold enough to just plant one on you. It tickles me pink. Sigh. Some parts of being single are really fun. (Did I just admit that? Homegirl is healing up!)