So there's a great, inspiring, deep (maybe) post in the works, but until then....
A guy just asked me to be his wingman...er...woman.
Please tell me I'm not going to be that girl.
I think a movie night and ice cream with my best friend could remedy this.
Or a book and bubble bath in a non-dorm bathtub.
Neither of those are options, though, so instead I'm going to curl up in bed and pray that God helps me be the best darn wingwoman I can be. (In an edifying, uplifting, encouraging, prayerful kind of way)
Lord, help me be content with being that girl.