I like to initiate.
I'm not one to sit around and wait for life to happen to me. That's how I became an actress (yes, actress – no finger quotes necessary, thank you very much).
Sure, I'm also a waitress, but that's okay because it's not the long-term plan; it's a means to an end. (And in the short-term, Penny Blossoms actually makes me a bit of money.)
Moving to Pasadena to pursue my dreams meant flying in the face of my Dad, walking away from being his "Slugger" and his plans for me. But I didn't hesitate. You have to take the bull by the horns, ya know? (Did you know, contrary to popular belief, that expression did NOT originate from cowboys or bullfighters, who are also known as "matadors"? You didn't? You don't care? Yeah, me neither…)
The point is, you can't wait for things to happen: breaks, stardom, love…
So I've never been a shrinking flower when it comes to men either. I've put myself out there; I've loved and lost (mostly lost, though nowhere near as many men as a certain Whackadoodle would lead you to believe – perfect math, my ass). Hell, I've even thought outside the box and gone completely against type on the off-chance there might be something more (see comic store owners and short experimental physicists).
Yep. For sure. When I want something, when I think it's worth having, I go for it.
I initiate.
I take risks.
I don't let anything stop me: not fear of rejection, not losing a really important friendship… not him looking through me blankly… him looking totally grossed out … how much it could hurt…
Well. None of those things would stop me, if I were in love.
Yep, that's me… A big ol' five.