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I used to be cool. People used to look up to me for "coolness" and I would supply the cool to those thirsty for the cool that they were searching for. I used to be a skinny beautiful young girl who would carry a bat, beating off all the stupid boys who were vying for my attention.
I wasn't suffering from lack of dates. I used to carry a date planner and it was packed full of whats his faces numbers. Then, it all ended. I met my Captain Caveman.

We met at church actually. The first thing I said to him was "Satan pooped in my Wheaties." (I'm not kidding. How pathetic was I?) I was having a bad day and I was sulking on the front steps of the building and he walked by and said something about my expression and that was my response.

Captain Caveman still asked me out on a date even after that ridiculous statement. Valentines Day was our first date and it has been history since February 14, 1995. We are still dating today, we say.

Since I have been growing old with Captain Caveman, my coolness has now faded. We settled down by buying our home, having kids, and swimming in debt. Cool is not what I would associate with me anymore. I remember when I realized that I wasn't "cool" and turned into an adult. It was when the kid in the drive thru called me Ma'am.

I was appalled at the time, thinking that he must have been crazy to call ME, the cool one, Ma'am.

Ridiculous nonsense.

If you look long enough, you will find a spark that once lit up inside my cool groovy soul. The image in the mirror now reflects a tired mother, who still has her baby weight, and has a few wrinkles. The coolness is gone and nerd took over.

Today, I embrace my nerd self with my apron wearing, pink frying pan style in my kitchen. It is where my children dance under my aromas of my newest and greatest con cautions that is made with love.

They think I am cool. But come on now... we all know that doesn't count. We know that they are going to embrace our nerd selves soon enough.

I am one with my nerd self. Are you?

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