All of Me
Someone I know ran through a crass version of dating from beginning to end. He talked about how it all starts with a man trying to impress a girl with carefully planned dates, carefully planned make-out sessions, and carefully planned sex. And then he finds he's not interested in anything she talks about and he's started tuning her out because her stories bug the shit out of him, and so he stops calling her and starts avoiding her. And then he meets someone else.
And he followed up his story with "I didn't mean you".
As if it matters.
Because that almost exactly describes the last 20 years of my life. How sad to realize you really are the stereotype. They get tired of me and move on. Like flipping through TV channels. Girl surfing.
But what is it that keeps men interested?
For a while I thought I made a pretty good case; like I had stuff to say. But looking at my track record I see now that I have made an egregious error in self-scrutinization. I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with me, but I know there's something. Or I wouldn't be the stereotypical "date girl". People would want to be with me and stay with me instead of get tired of me and avoid me.
Puppies are more loveable.
People are more attached to their cars than they are to me.
Perhaps I am a bore. Or a boor.
I talk too much. I eat too little.
I sleep too much. I clean too little.
My chest is too small and my nose is too big.
There are so many things to blame, but they all add up to me. It's not them, it's me. All of me.
And he followed up his story with "I didn't mean you".
As if it matters.
Because that almost exactly describes the last 20 years of my life. How sad to realize you really are the stereotype. They get tired of me and move on. Like flipping through TV channels. Girl surfing.
But what is it that keeps men interested?
For a while I thought I made a pretty good case; like I had stuff to say. But looking at my track record I see now that I have made an egregious error in self-scrutinization. I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with me, but I know there's something. Or I wouldn't be the stereotypical "date girl". People would want to be with me and stay with me instead of get tired of me and avoid me.
Puppies are more loveable.
People are more attached to their cars than they are to me.
Perhaps I am a bore. Or a boor.
I talk too much. I eat too little.
I sleep too much. I clean too little.
My chest is too small and my nose is too big.
There are so many things to blame, but they all add up to me. It's not them, it's me. All of me.
posted by Ocean | 11:44 PM
1 Comments:
Women attract the men that they deserve. If you have worry, fear, despair and self-absorbtion in you, you'll attract an experience-hungry man. If you accept life, even in it's most ridiculous manifestations, you'll still attract a man of problems, probably, but the life will be there, and it will bring things together, not tear them apart. Life is good, not the good and bad of vehicle-assessment, but the Good of just being what it is. Everything is permitted.
Good cheer girl.
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