GIRLY-GIRL

I, cosmopolgirl, am not a girly-girl. I do not spend hours in front of the mirror before I go out. I'm out-spoken and normally say what flies out of my mouth. I have no problem going to the grocery store in my pajama's and a pair of flip-flops. I am probably the biggest pain in the butt girl to go out with. I'm not a girly-girl.
So why the post you ask? Because I, cosmopolgirl, am being a girly-girl. I admit it, I like TG (Toyota Guy). There I admitted it. I like the fact that he calls me every night to talk and say good-night. I like the fact that he's always holding my hand or touching me in some way. I even am, finally, liking the fact that he's really a nice guy and not trying to jump my bones but taking this slow (kind of makes me feel pretty). I, even, like the fact that he called me today while waiting in line for a beer at Drunk At The Zoo (not sure, some event at the Baltimore Zoo where they serve beer and wine).
You know this means something is going to go wrong. It always happens this way...I'm such a darn optimist!
Anyways, so there, gosh darn-it, I, cosmopolgirl, am being a girly-girl and actually admitting that I like a boy. This sucks!