It's a question I've neglected to ask myself in past relationships. Actually that's not fair. The usual problem is that they're unhappy about something, so thus I'm made unhappy having to deal with it. And thinking of it as "having to deal" is probably an indication of how wrong everything was, mostly me.
Over the past week I've gotten the low down on one engagement, two break ups, one new but old relationship, one budding but likely rebound relationship, and the heads up on another engagement happening soon. Not included in that list are two stories of woe, about near connections but ultimately heartbreak. And I just read about another break up online, which sounds finally final -- unless it isn't.
If you're counting (and I am), that's an almost double digit number of status changes. I feel like that's pretty high, even for an info monger like me. It felt a little like the days before the NBA trade deadline as I was greeted with more exciting news each day. Clearly the time is right for me to launch my personal gossip column. If I didn't fear ostracizing everyone, I'd like to do US Weekly coverage of my entire social world, complete with photos, polls, and lots of unsubstantiated rumors and innuendo.
Not to mention, I've recently taken on the task of co-running a friend's dating profile. After writing her summary, updating her photos, and answering some generic questions, I delved into her messages box. I'll say this: "Guys are gross." I now have a better understanding of why any semi well composed message stands out and why women have to turn a blind eye toward all the nasties online. Also, please tell me if "Hey Gorgeous" is an acceptable greeting. I somehow can't imagine it works but maybe it does?
As I'm screening dudes, there's been a few guys that have potential, as they seem to be nice and smart, but the problem is, I know my friend won't think they're cute. Hell, I don't even think they're cute. I want to tell my friend to take a chance on one of them but I know that it probably won't work. You can't overcome physical attraction and pheromones right? Lately I've been convinced that chemistry is undeniable if you have it and impossible to acquire if you don't.
You can meet someone for an hour and recognize that there's something, or you can try to slog through nothing for weeks only to be ultimately repelled. Then again, dating stuff never makes sense. People get together for all sorts of reasons; trying to understand it is an exercise in futility. I better just keep my friend's options open. She did request a date for Saturday night and I'm nothing if not dedicated to stories of success. Actually, nowadays the first thing we do when we find out about a new relationship is to make a bet as to how long it'll last. I'm not sure if that's cynical or amusing.
[Update] That engagement I mentioned soon to happen happened. And then another one I just found out about. Three in one week!
I've been on a Jason Mraz kick this week as Ameer has provided me with a lot of his stuff that I'd lost. The man is a lyrical genius. Actually I shouldn't qualify that. He's just a genius. If I had Mraz's way with words, the world would be mine.
"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some"
-Jason Mraz, "I'm Yours"-
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