true love?
so i don’t think i am particularly sensitive. in fact, it would be fair to say that i am downright insensitive. i should feel bad about it but i am SO insensitive that i actually find it funny.
i sent this lovely card to a good friend the other day. she’s a really nice girl but she’s a bit fucked in the head. most of our mutual friends don’t actually tell her that but obviously, i do. everytime she tells me a new story, i laugh and laugh (instead of sympathizing, like she expects me to).
anyway, thanks to her insecurities and lack of self-control/self-esteem, the girl has shagged half the town, in every town she has ever been to. what i like about her is that unlike most people, she can laugh at herself, as she talks about how she shagged 15 guys, out of a group of 30 bikers, as a teen.
like most though, the girl IS looking for true love (just in the wrong places).
i don’t think she was as amused as i was, by this card though (the complete and utter bitch that i am, i also sent this card to a lot of promiscuous/commitment phobic friends/ex-shags, last year, on v-day - i think it’s fucking brilliant, honestly).
in other news, i ran into a girl i know thursday night, who had gotten engaged last week. i have NEVER seen anyone look as happy or in love. as i stood with her bestfriend, we both listened to her with awe and envy, as she gushed about how her fiancée had swept her off her feet in less than a month and she was the happiest girl on earth (and believe me, she looked it). i’ve seen her with immaculate hair & make-up, stylish & stunning clothing (she’s one of the best looking/best dressed desi girls in doobai) but i’ve never ever seen her look as pretty or glow the way she did.
being the self-centered bitches that we are, her bestfriend and i immediately turned to each other, in our inebriated state, in the middle of the (questionably happening?) club and wondered whether we had ever or would ever feel that way.
i think i was depressed for the rest of the night…
i wonder why each affair of mine feels like it has something missing.
i am pretty sure it is ME. how can everyone i have ever been with be flawed? is it just a case of super high expectations? is it me being a typical woman?
i desperately want to look like that girl, even if it is just for a day. yet, the cynic in me actually figures that the girl’s marriage is doomed - i mean, with expectations THAT high, everything would fail to measure up.
perhaps it is the realist in me that tries not to get too over-excited, so i don’t set myself up for a big fall or a terrible heartbreak.
or perhaps it is just the coward in me…
p.s: completely unrelated but just in case you were wondering, here’s the title, explained…
You know, I went to hear Li-Young Lee read just last year. A co-worker–Montresor, of all people!–shared this collection of poems (”The City in Which I Loved You”) with me before hostilities began. It was a great reading, and he was shy and charming. I’m tickled to find him here, thanks to you. I’d forgotten him.
Comment by Kristie — June 19, 2005 @ 5:02 pm
i am SOOOOO jealous…!
someone actually mentioned on another site that they’d been to a bukowski reading, many years back. i almost died.
living in the middle east REALLY sucks.
my next post has to be a bitch about how i have never been to watch a band i really like, perform, EVER.
i can’t believe i’m going to die without ever having seen michael jackson or madonna perform (the two ‘greats’ of my generation)…
Comment by rocky — June 20, 2005 @ 9:53 am
Er, viz your cartoon, actually I hope I get to fuck a great deal more people this year whether or not love comes into it.
Sorry did I say that out loud?!
Comment by Red Baron — June 20, 2005 @ 10:26 am
Michael is persona non grata ’round here these days. Perhaps we can ship him out to you? I bitch to Antiguo that he is spoiled with all the concerts around the Bay area, but I guess I can’t gripe too much–I’ve seen all my favorites multiple times over the years.
Yeah, I’m bragging a little. I’m like that.
Comment by Kristie — June 20, 2005 @ 3:05 pm
I’m with you, it’s all about realism. What makes marriages work isn’t being swept off your feet or the best two months of your life, nor is it a wedding. It’s the work afterwards. It’s caring enough about someone to not always always put yourself first (although, doormat wives goes too far the other way…) You need to be sure you’re marrying someone who you can do that with.
One day when I was at an impressionable age, my father came home from the office he and my mother ran together, and started to make himself a sandwich. Nothing unusual in that, he’s a fat greedy man. But he left half the sandwich and wrapped it in plastic.
“Saving it for later eh dad?” I said.
“No no, it’s for your mother when she gets home.”
“But she’ll be back in ten minutes, why bother wrapping it?”
“Because the bread might get a little stale and won’t taste as good.” (my emphasis)
*That*’s love, I realised.
Comment by EasyJetsetter — June 20, 2005 @ 7:57 pm
That IS love EasyJetsetter! I love that story.
Comment by Kristie — June 20, 2005 @ 8:57 pm
if there is anyone in the world who knows about working to make a marriage work, it’s my wife. over the past year or so i’ve had some MAJOR psychological problems, and i’m not near over it. yet she stays on. she’s been tempted to leave, she’s told me as much, but she hasn’t. and for that reason alone i know from the bottom of my heart i married one of the best of the best. plus, after two kids, she’s still the hot little thing i married.
Comment by tim — June 20, 2005 @ 9:15 pm
Caveat: I have now taken some economics classes and have heard of “enlightened self-interest.” My mother is the kind of person who would never let my dad hear the end of it if the bread had been allowed to become stale.
Comment by EasyJetsetter — June 21, 2005 @ 7:13 am
Ah yes EasyJetsetter but it must still be love because if your mother and father were not so, your father would take pleasure in ensuring the bread was stale so that when she berated him for it he could turn round and say “well next time make your own bloody sandwich you lazy old trout!”
Comment by Red Baron — June 21, 2005 @ 4:03 pm
I’m nitpicking, but he could’ve waited for her and made a fresh sandwich to enjoy together.
Comment by ali — June 22, 2005 @ 7:20 am
oh godddddddddddddd - ali and his high standards for behavior of men and women around the world!!!
Comment by rocky — June 22, 2005 @ 10:44 am
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Comment by rahul — June 27, 2005 @ 9:10 am