It means that, yes, I can generally tell your mood from one message.
It means that, yes, I will want to figure out what’s bothering you.
It means that, yes, while you sit there and give me either one-word or direct short responses; I will still stay by you rather than just give up.
Being a boyfriend to me is much different from being your boyfriend. Because being your boy means that you are my girl and while I will make it through all of the hard times with you don’t think I won’t get annoyed at the fact that you won’t just tell me what’s bothering you. I mean I like being a detective and all that but really lol just say what’s on your mind.
So I had a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day yesterday. It was full of merriment, shenanigans, and green booze. But now I am home, aching all over, and attempting to round up all of the various school related work that I have to do this week. I hope everyone else had a great day too. I got quite a surprise too.
The wonderful woman who seems to have me smitten, surprised me while I was standing in line at the bars. We were supposed to have gone on a date earlier in the day but she had decided not to text me (sad I know). Her reasoning for this? She likes me, a lot, and she is scared that if she gives in I won’t be around anymore. Now my phone had died earlier in the night, after my constant checking it to see if she had messaged me, which obviously killed my battery. So when she did work up the courage to shoot me a message I had no idea.
Thankfully I had sent a message to her best friend, the girl who is responsible for introducing us, about whether or not this girl was really interested in me or if I was pursuing a dream that would never be reality.
I can’t even describe how nice it is to know that I’m not the only one who may be a little bit “head over heels” in this situation. So when this friend of my enchantress (oh yeah, I went there) called my best friend to see where we were I was happy to go see her. She then told me that the “enchantress” is at so-and-so bar waiting to leave, and that if I am really so interested I should go and say hey. But I was already on my way when she told me where this beauty was.
So I’m standing in line with my friend Mike and the next thing I know, right at my side is this, just beautiful woman. I’m standing there with a smile while she talks to her friend, and then I tap her on the shoulder. Her smile made up for the fact that I hadn’t gotten to see her earlier that day.
Surprises me with how much she loves me. A girl whose love is surprising. Surprising because it’s so abundant. Surprising because it’s so true. Surprising because she can be her self with me, and all of her is what she is willing to pour into “we”. A girl who I want to embrace in a dance. A dance of passion. A slow dance. A fast dance. A dance of forever.
I want a woman, with whom, time doesn’t stand still…
During a make-out session with my boyfriend, I (quite sweetly) uttered the line “you take my breath away”. He leaned in to kiss me again, and as we were doing so he literally sucked the air out of my lungs before exclaiming “That’s what it feels like to be a Dementor!”
The worst thing…his geekiness actually turned me on a bit
- No one wants you, you’re forever alone.
Interested in someone
- They don’t like you back, you’re still forever alone.
Some one is interested in you
- You don’t like them back, forever alone.
You find someone interested in you, and you like them too.
- Happy together!
You guys start to date
- Everyone is hollerin’ to get at you!
You guys break up
- No one wants you, forever alone again.
Stage 1: The Meeting
Stage 2: The Chase
Stage 3: The Honeymoon
Stage 4: Comfortable
Stage 5: Tolerance
Stage 6: Downhill
Stage 7: Breaking up
Interesting… Very Interesting
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
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