One summer, I was overcome by stress and got a little reckless. It wasn't just me, of course...all my friends were stressed, too. We were about to face perhaps the most important and difficult test in our lives. Yes, we were all a little loopy, and this was manifested in various ways among the ranks. I blame this agitated state for losing my oh-so-pretty head one particularly balmy night.
I met him at an all-night coffeeshop. Wearing a white billowy dress with cork-heeled sandals that were bronze, I did everything I could to distract him from his feigned study. Finally, "we" became the topic of conversation. Let me first explain that this was not a date. We saw each other every day and casually flirted, but were not courting by any means. So, you should be just as surprised as I that at the end of the night, after a lengthy discussion about our expectations of the opposite sex and the future, including his desire to live surrounded by his entire family on what came to be known as "the compound" among my friends, I ended our (burgeoning? potential?) relationship by telling this gentleman:
"Well, we just want different things."
My chums and I still laugh at how I broke up with him prior to us ever having been anything more than associates.
Fast forward to last night...different conversation...different man...similar circumstances, including the anxiety. I would be less than honest if I failed to mention that I almost said the exact same phrase once more... but I thought of that night last summer and stopped myself! I have a reputation to protect, you know. And Pretty is as pretty does. :-)
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Be careful what you ask for... you might just get it!
The wonderful world wide net provides a refreshingly accessible conduit for stalk-... ahem... "researching" just about anyone. But, today, I should have known better than to take the bait. The cardinal rule for my profession is never ask a question to which you don't already know the answer. This followed closely by "deny, deny, deny!" ;-) So, when a friend of mine gave me just enough search terms to discover an online messageboard on which he discusses His feelings about different aspects of relationships... despite my better judgment... I could not forgo the opportunity. CARPE DIEM!
His quips were not terrible. Nor were they directed at me. But, they provided me with a few facts of which I was unaware, and most importantly, were brutally honest, thereby offering a varied insight into His mindset to which I would not have otherwise been privy. (As most know, one is usually less harsh when discussing sensitive topics with those one loves.) The extremely rational (almost to a fault) part of me said, "Pretty, this is the internet. People say all kinds of things that they don't mean when their statements are anonymous." Not a second later, I thought about this (for lack of a better description) online journal of mine...
I keep things vague enough to conceal my identity and that of those involved in my posts (at least I HOPE that is the case!). However, I am strikingly frank when I sit for a spell and write a new entry. The logic that allows me to so candidly write about myself and share my thoughts because I do so using a pseudonym likely applies to Him. And because my curiosity would not let sleeping dogs lie, I have opened a Pandora's Box of sorts.
Wouldn't it be something if this were all part of a grand scheme that He created to lure me to this information? Whatever the case may be, I got what I asked for and much more. And, although I love to unwrap presents to find the treasures inside, these nuggets of knowledge could have stayed under the tree.
His quips were not terrible. Nor were they directed at me. But, they provided me with a few facts of which I was unaware, and most importantly, were brutally honest, thereby offering a varied insight into His mindset to which I would not have otherwise been privy. (As most know, one is usually less harsh when discussing sensitive topics with those one loves.) The extremely rational (almost to a fault) part of me said, "Pretty, this is the internet. People say all kinds of things that they don't mean when their statements are anonymous." Not a second later, I thought about this (for lack of a better description) online journal of mine...
I keep things vague enough to conceal my identity and that of those involved in my posts (at least I HOPE that is the case!). However, I am strikingly frank when I sit for a spell and write a new entry. The logic that allows me to so candidly write about myself and share my thoughts because I do so using a pseudonym likely applies to Him. And because my curiosity would not let sleeping dogs lie, I have opened a Pandora's Box of sorts.
Wouldn't it be something if this were all part of a grand scheme that He created to lure me to this information? Whatever the case may be, I got what I asked for and much more. And, although I love to unwrap presents to find the treasures inside, these nuggets of knowledge could have stayed under the tree.
"SHE chased HIM until HE caught HER."
Men often talk about wanting women to let them feel like men. A portion of this requires women to sit idly by waiting on the man of their dreams to pick them out of the bunch (as opposed to taking the initiative to seek their husbands). However, an entire storyline is often left out of the plot we call love. And, pun intended, women must plot to be plucked.
Recently, I had a discussion with a guy friend who advised an engaged young woman that, if she ever wanted to become a bride, she had to "LIE, LIE, LIE" to her fiancee about the staggering number of men with whom she had been intimate. According to him, the fiancee would not be able to stomach the fact that her list of partners was so numerous. If this isn't a plot, I don't know what is, and at the advice of someone who would know, no less.
I guess the young lady's mother never told her that as a woman, she should always "keep a little something" to herself. Otherwise, she would never have considered disclosing her checkered past to the man she intended to marry.
With prerequisites in mind, we all subtly pursue our potential Prince Charmings by constantly demonstrating we meet "wifey" criteria. You have to audition in order to get the part, right?
I once had a male coworker tell me I was "designed to be a wife." At this, I demurely smiled and softly thanked him. Pretty is as pretty does.
Recently, I had a discussion with a guy friend who advised an engaged young woman that, if she ever wanted to become a bride, she had to "LIE, LIE, LIE" to her fiancee about the staggering number of men with whom she had been intimate. According to him, the fiancee would not be able to stomach the fact that her list of partners was so numerous. If this isn't a plot, I don't know what is, and at the advice of someone who would know, no less.
I guess the young lady's mother never told her that as a woman, she should always "keep a little something" to herself. Otherwise, she would never have considered disclosing her checkered past to the man she intended to marry.
With prerequisites in mind, we all subtly pursue our potential Prince Charmings by constantly demonstrating we meet "wifey" criteria. You have to audition in order to get the part, right?
I once had a male coworker tell me I was "designed to be a wife." At this, I demurely smiled and softly thanked him. Pretty is as pretty does.
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