Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y’know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it’s couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of them will say something.-Dr. Cox, Scrubs
Now that I’m feeling better, I realized I may have been a little harsh on the Potential Guy. While I did (do) find it repulsive that he’s talking to a married woman, I have to give him some credit. One, he was honest. And two, he said he only talks to her as a friend, and he’s cutting down on contact. A few days ago I received a heartfelt email from PG. He told me how he is really trying to get past this crush on this woman, and he really and truly wants to get over her. He said he understood why I was upset, and he just needs time to get over her. He said once he figured out he wasn’t ready for a relationship with me, he was honest and upfront with me, and deserved credit for that. He also said that he really likes me and hated to think we couldn’t be friends at the very least. I have to say I was surprised that he still wanted to talk to me after all the things I said to him. He seems to genuinely care about me and so I caved. I wrote him back and said we could start over as friends, and get to know each other better.
That’s what you do. When you feel sorry for yourself, you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. It’s okay. I find it charming.-Alex, Grey’s Anatomy
Yesterday I woke up with a throbbing headache, horrible taste in my mouth, and a head full of regrets. I groaned and looked over at the not so familiar face of The Mistake. Right as I was muttering to myself about what an idiot I am, my phone rang. It was Birthday Twin, and he was once again full of apologies. “Hey buddy, I’m so sorry. I lost my phone, I’m sorry we didn’t hang out on Saturday.” I blinked, hoping that The Mistake would somehow disappear but he was real, right down to his boxer shorts and six pack and his arm flopped over my bare chest. “Ughhh, good morning” I grumbled into the phone.
Who cares what you are, just enjoy it!-Samantha, Sex and the City
Friday night I was planning on taking it easy. Just as I was settling into sweats and a good game of Guitar Hero, I got a call from The Younger Guy. He’s 21, and a friend of a good girlfriend of mine. He had tickets to see a great local hip hop band I love and insisted that I come along as his guest. We had a great night full of dancing and good beats. I guess I’m still getting used to this single life thing. I had one of those great nights where I was getting lots of attention from the opposite sex. Everywhere I turned I kept running into guys I used to know, guys I used to have crushes on back in college. It was a wild night! At one point The Younger Guy said man, I would hate to be a beautiful woman like you, you get harrassed constantly! I blushed and told him I really wasn’t used to this kind of attention, and it was pretty overwhelming.
Friends don’t let friends drink and dial. -Lily, How I Met Your Mother
Last night I was awaken to the shrill sound of my cell phone. I looked at the time, and it was 1 in the morning. It was Birthday Twin on the other end, and he was drunk. He called to see if I was feeling better. He said he was on his way home and he was thinking of me. I couldn’t help but feel good that he thought of me when he was drunk. He cracked me up giggling and saying he missed me. He invited me to go out with him on Saturday night, actually making plans for once. I fell back asleep with a big smile on my face.
When fantasy meets reality, you never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes the reality falls just a little short of the dream, and sometimes it exceeds all expectations. It takes courage to reveal your secret desires. Sharing them is a gamble that sometimes bring us closer together and sometimes pulls us apart. Maybe that old saying is true. “Be careful what you wish for. It just might come true.”-Marin, Men in Trees
On Tuesday I was feeling crummy all day. By Tuesday night I had a full blown sore throat, pounding headache and the body aches from hell. To top it off, I was cranky and having one of those really female moments where I was doubting everything about myself. I had made plans with Birthday Twin, and by 7:30 I had given up. I just knew he wasn’t coming over, and I settled myself to the disappointment that is leftover spaghetti. Right as the microwave went off the phone rang, and of course it was BT. He apologized yet again for flakiness, and headed right over. Continue reading Be Careful What you Wish For→