Caitlin Moran is
fucking brilliant. I’m reading How to Be a Woman and some of the stuff she says
is just so spot on.
When you’re with the wrong man
“You can always tell when a woman is with the wrong man, because she has
so much to say about the fact that nothing’s happening.”
How much time do
women spend parsing for subtext or trying to convince themselves they the guy
in question actually likes them? The guy I dated last fall involved a lot of
analysis. One of my friend’s now-exes wouldn’t commit and that required a great
deal of analysis and work. I even got roped in at one point.
When you’re with the right man
“You’ve stopped talking about things when you’ve worked them out. You’re
no longer an observer but a participant. You’re too busy for this bullshit.”
Things with Boy Toy
are going well. We had fun last weekend and have some fun stuff coming up this
weekend. There’s not a lot to say or analyze because it’s been simple and easy.
There’s a little voice in my head that sounds like the hero of a story going
“That was easy…too easy” [cue dramatic music].
I’m a talker and Boy
Toy is introverted so we’re finding that balance. I like hearing about his life
or his thoughts on things like dress shirts (that rant makes me laugh) but he’s
just quieter than I am. I hate feeling like I’m talking at people so I’m getting more comfortable with quiet. As long as we
can talk about stuff as it comes up, I don’t foresee any major problems. *knocks
on wood*
This is going to
sound wrong to hopeless romantics but I suspect passion is overrated. You
should feel attraction and heat but having those dramatic movie moments
everyday is impossible. Movies skip over the boring moments like sorting
laundry, commuting, buying groceries, washing the floor, putting away the
dishes, etc. or compile them into a three minute montage. Real life isn’t that
dramatic. Half the time it’s not even interesting.
Ultimately, I don’t
want Twilight’s passion and obsession. It sounds exhausting. I want security
and contentment with someone I can be ordinary with. I saw a couple holding
hands at Target yesterday. That makes my heart melt more than some zany movie
moment at an airport.
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