You know, for all my waxing about love and like and movies starring both Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks- I’m not easily wooed. I tend to be the girl who is not impressed when a dude comes over to talk because he’s usually cutting in to the great time I’m already having with my friends. (Real life friends who read the blog? Feel free to chime in and confirm this bitchy behavior I exhibit).
And when a guy manages to get into a conversation? I’m easy to cut him loose if I feel like he’s not quality. (For the record, “quality” doesn’t have anything to do with his hair or bank account balance. It’s when he uses mentions he’d like to ‘*cum on my tits’ within minutes of meeting me that I do inventory and he gets taken off the shelf and thrown into the ‘damaged goods’ bin, never to be looked at again). And maybe it’s because I’m getting older and going out less- or maybe it’s because I’m getting older and getting more picky, or maybe it’s just because I’m getting older… but I’m finding I’m expecting more and settling for less.
Which is why when I do find someone who I realize I’m smitten with, I like to review how it happened. Re-trace the steps to see exactly when I found myself wanting to hold up a boombox to their window. The absolute best part of such an exercise is when you review it all and realize ‘holy hell, this person is really amazing and not only that? They’ve done some pretty stellar things and if I liked them a little bit less, I’d want to tell the entire world internet world everything they’ve done. But, I like them so much I don’t want to share everything. Because I’m greedy and weird and like them too much.”
So, I’m not sharing everything. But I will say this: anyone who agrees to watch the 8 hour John Adams mini-series with me, is someone who is going to get a thumbs up. **Oh and I’m going to be in Seattle at the end of December. If you’ve been there or live there and want to give me some tips on awesome things to do, you should.
* The year: 2003. A man actually said that to me within minutes of meeting me. And then was horribly offended that such a declaration didn’t make my vagina swoon.
**I expect squealing emails from some of you now. I’m fully prepared for it. Ready, set, go!