Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Show
He wakes up in the morning, greets with you smile and goofy stretch
Kisses your lips, you dont even mind his breathe smells like death
Fixes breakfast in his boxers eggs and orange juice in bed
He tells you that he loves you and you say it right back.
Out for lunch and you that know every girl's eye is on him
You know he only has eyes for you, so you;re floating on air
You mockingly tease him, becasue he orders salad, you order fries,
He tells you he loves you and you say it right back.
He plays video games as you cook him supper and smile
Raves about your dry chicken and you cant help but laugh
He'll do the dishes while you chat him up
He tells you he loves you and you say it right back
Out for Coffee he pays for donuts and drinks
Laughing and talking, stealing quick glances
Hands on the back in a protective, loving way
"He tells you he loves you and you say it right back"
Grabs you by the arm, he cant wait to tell you
Throws you to bed and he holds you down
You're now on the floor he cant control himself
"He tells you he loves you and you say it right back"
It's not much but its a snapshot, of several days with "Mr Right"
But it wasnt my back he touched, and it wasnt in passion that he threw me
He puts on a good show doesnt he
When he tells you he loves you, dont say it back.
Kisses your lips, you dont even mind his breathe smells like death
Fixes breakfast in his boxers eggs and orange juice in bed
He tells you that he loves you and you say it right back.
Out for lunch and you that know every girl's eye is on him
You know he only has eyes for you, so you;re floating on air
You mockingly tease him, becasue he orders salad, you order fries,
He tells you he loves you and you say it right back.
He plays video games as you cook him supper and smile
Raves about your dry chicken and you cant help but laugh
He'll do the dishes while you chat him up
He tells you he loves you and you say it right back
Out for Coffee he pays for donuts and drinks
Laughing and talking, stealing quick glances
Hands on the back in a protective, loving way
"He tells you he loves you and you say it right back"
Grabs you by the arm, he cant wait to tell you
Throws you to bed and he holds you down
You're now on the floor he cant control himself
"He tells you he loves you and you say it right back"
It's not much but its a snapshot, of several days with "Mr Right"
But it wasnt my back he touched, and it wasnt in passion that he threw me
He puts on a good show doesnt he
When he tells you he loves you, dont say it back.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Game
Dating is practiced by most singles (and some not so singles) as the desired way in which individuals find a mate. In theory the goal is to find your forever partner, however at 20 the goal seems more like finding a summer hook up buddy. At any age dating can be daunting, the flirting, the innuendo, the kissing, the touching, the correspondence that follows kissing and touching and at the end of the day it just starts to feel like a game. Who can appear to care the least while still appearing interested, yet of course not like their invested or anything. The other problem with dating these days is when do you stop pursuing other options. Is there a concrete question that can be asked without sounding ridiculous, like will you be my (fill in the blank)? The juggling of these other options is not easy either, you start to find yourself unable to remember which questions you asked which and was it Paul or Dave that likes Leonardo DiCaprio movies, and is it John or Jeff that spends a large amount of time in Whistler, and I cant remember if the other Dave was creepy or not, so I guess I'll start chatting with him again (he is persistent... probably not a good thing.)
I enter this rant because it is no secret that I have begun dating, in particular one guy named Dave (this is the Dave that I'm pretty sure is not creepy, and am still trying to remember if he like DiCaprio movies.) Both parties seem interested, although there is reservation on both sides. He seems unwilling to make the first definitive step in classifying what this relationship is, for example: are we friends who make out or are we "seeing each other?" I know we're not "together" as per the lack of facebookness (this is ridiculous that our generation has come to defining the validity of a relationship based on its existence online.) ... ANYWAY, back to my game analogy. My relations with Dave, have left me me feeling somewhat, like dating is a game I lost the instruction manual to. I don't ever remember being particularly good at it, but I must have had some skill at some point.
I enter this rant because it is no secret that I have begun dating, in particular one guy named Dave (this is the Dave that I'm pretty sure is not creepy, and am still trying to remember if he like DiCaprio movies.) Both parties seem interested, although there is reservation on both sides. He seems unwilling to make the first definitive step in classifying what this relationship is, for example: are we friends who make out or are we "seeing each other?" I know we're not "together" as per the lack of facebookness (this is ridiculous that our generation has come to defining the validity of a relationship based on its existence online.) ... ANYWAY, back to my game analogy. My relations with Dave, have left me me feeling somewhat, like dating is a game I lost the instruction manual to. I don't ever remember being particularly good at it, but I must have had some skill at some point.
Friday, April 1, 2011
What ...
What do I want? This question is posed to me on so many occasions lately. What do you want in a guy? What do you want in a relationship? What do you want in life? What do you want on your burger? I feel like I am supposed to have the answers to all these questions but the fact is I dont (except the last: mustard mayo and a tad ketchup.) I dont know what I want in a guy, just someone nice, who isn't going to bring unwanted drama into my life. I dont know what I want in a relationship either, hell I dont know if I want a relationship. Im having fun being single, going on dates, smooching to my hearts content. As for life all I want is to be happy, so please dont ask me the particulars.
Life is about the joy of finding these things out as you go, if I had a plan that was carried out bit by bit exactly as I planned it, well where would the fun be in that.
Life is about the joy of finding these things out as you go, if I had a plan that was carried out bit by bit exactly as I planned it, well where would the fun be in that.
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