Johnny the Mess a.k.a. #9

In a stroke of boldness, I accomplished #9.  I found a loophole to this particular bucket list item - I didn't specify that it needed to be somebody that I actually wanted to meet and actually talk to at a later date, it just had to be done.  And any way you look at it, it required courage and confidence.  So, Johnny the Mess, as I so named him immediately after meeting him while I was holding back my dear friend's hair as she barfed on the curb, became my #9.  He wasn't particularly cute, nor was he all that interesting, but while he waited for his ride, we chatted and he thought I was cute, so an opening was given.  As soon as his ride took him away, I made contact with the provided number, and then proceeded to ignore all future correspondence from him.  What matters is that I did it and who doesn't love a little confidence booster?

when there's no cover, you gotta hover

There is a motto I live by religiously when faced with a public restroom:  "when there's no cover, you gotta hover!"  While I know that thin piece of paper used to cover the toilet seat is exactly that and in no way a guarantee to be saved from the plethora of germs simmering about in the public bathroom, surely it must help and be much better than sitting your bare cheeks on that regularly violated seat used by who knows what. 

Additionally, the squats I have been doing in the gym are not only helping tone my butt and thighs so nicely, but also preparing me for appropriate public restroom behavior.

And so my advice is this - work on your squats and when there's no cover, you gotta hover.