I know the rule of thumb is to face problems head on and to attack, chin up, and with armor built to sustain a most crushing blow, but most bits and pieces of me would like to dodge and then dash over to Europe.
It is far from my greatest loves, but what if running away is the only thing I feel is right to do despite all rules to the contrary? Break a rule to learn a rule.
I was never book smart… I always needed to apply and project a problem onto a like situation. So if that means running into the fog and desolation of a new foreignness, so be it.
Had the worst nightmare. Shouldn’t post it except to say, dear things were hurt and it was too graphic. Then again, my dreams are always vivid and odd — if only this one didn’t have to be a period horror piece reminiscent of the 1700s.
Please beware that when we say (girls/ladies/women) that we want to date, we do not mean marry you. We don’t mean to label you as our boyfriend immediately and cling on to you at your every breath.
We mean date. To date means to spend time with you. Not every waking hour, but some sort of consistent hanging out - getting to know you - quality time with a cool person and that dating may or may not include physical relations depending on both of our comfort levels. But it does mean that we would LIKE to work towards something greater, maybe boyfriend status, but most of us are not thinking of HE HAS TO BE THE ONE. Nah, most of us want to spend our precious moments with a really awesome person who gets us, but you know…
To “get” us that means we have to date… until we don’t wanna date any longer if that’s the outcome. So when you start freaking out and saying you’re not ready for a relationship, just breathe, pause and remember that that’s not what we want right now… we just want to get to know you!
Having one of those evenings where I almost sent a message saying “I ate pasta for you” — because that’s what it has come down to. Eating carbs for another person is a true show of selflessness. The act of ignoring the caloric content (especially when smothered in butter) on behalf of making the most of a dinner date with that other person, is a true show of solidarity. And admitting it is a true sign of desperation. Ugh.