Bachelor Brunch

I definitely had a "40 Year Old Virgin" moment this weekend...and it's not depressing in the least.

Instead of staying up late, drinking too much, and abusing my body this weekend, I took care of myself.

After my second job I picked up some fast food, went home to binge, and fell asleep watching a documentary.

I woke up Saturday without an alarm. It was fantastic. I arose, slowly. I fixed coffee and whole wheat toast (standard), and played on the computer for awhile. I worked out, ran errands, and came home for lunch.

This is where it gets all "40 year old virginy." I made some soup and a sandwich. But not just a lunch. It was the perfect lunch. Perfectly prepared soup, and perfectly toasted bread cut into triangles, people!

I looked down at my perfectly centered plate with napkin and icy drink and could not get away from the vision of Steve Carrell in "40 Year Old Virgin" where he makes the perfect breakfast. I did not walk around all morning with a boner like he does during the opening of the movie. Oh, and I didn't play with action figures...this weekend.

I think my point is that I noticed, for the first time in awhile, I was comfortable with me and just me. Yes, the house is empty. Yes, I am alone, but this weekend I was just fine with it. My Catherine Keener is out there somewhere, so I won't rush it. I just hope that doing yard work, working out, and perfectly crafted lunches will tie me over until I do.