So there is a guy. He is my boyfriend though I find it hard to believe and I am still a bit leery of the situation. I think because it is so new to me.
I really like him. I realized I really liked him when I didn't give him a nickname such as:
The Convict (this is a long story in and of itself)
The Phone Guy
The Diabetic
The Union Guy
The Online Guy
The Lawyer (we are almost friends again)
The Boy
I am sorry if for some reason you are any of the people listed above and you actually realize it. I mean no disrespect.
He has never had a nickname. I have always referred to him by his actual name. I mean I could think of things to call him, but they just aren't fitting. It seems wrong. Almost as if I would be denying him his individuality by giving him some stupid reference nickname.
Anyway, he makes me giggle and laugh. He doesn't take himself or me too seriously, yet he took the situation seriously when I told him that I was looking for more of a commitment in my life than what he and I had going on. He suggested we give it a shot. That was my big decision. It turned out in a way I did not expect. He has a passion for music and a voice that was made for singing (karaoke at least). He loves cats and being silly. He gives me raspberries which make me laugh more than I think I have ever laughed in my whole entire life. He is hairy. He has tattoos. His eyes are a beautiful blue. He makes me think my family would like him... first guy since the ex that I actually thought could eventually meet the family and be liked.
This feeling frightens me.
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Worst Roommate Ever
No, I'm not talking about my roommate Mike. I am talking about me.
Here is a list of shitty or awkward things I have done since Mike has been living in my house:
Got home around 3:00am one evening. Thought it would be a good time to give Mike a screen for his bedroom window that I had noisily taken from the hallway window. He was sleeping and had to be up early for work the next day.
Came home drunk around 3:00am and Mike wasn't there. Drank the rest of his chocolate milk before passing out.
Ate a can of his corn because I had no side dish to go with my steak. Did not make him a steak.
This one is my fault because it is my dog: Duke locked himself in Mike's room. He pooped on a shirt, laid on the bed and ripped the carpet up.
Once again my fault because it is my dog: Duke went into Mike's room and stole his soap. ---- Mike now has a lock on the outside of the door. He should probably get one for the inside too... that will keep things like the screen incident from happening.
Came home drunk, made Mike listen to my boy problems... the conversation went something like this... "You see Mike..." giggle giggle giggle "Oh you don't want to know." "Denise, I know you are going to tell me anyway."
Threw a fit (about a boy) and made him take me to the gas station for cigarettes at 3:00am...yes I was drunk. He was awake though.
Generally hated his cousin for 2 months and wouldn't even let him speak his name in my presence (thank god I am so over that).
Tried to back out of vacation 5 or 6 times. He yelled at me the last time and said I most certainly was going.
Brought a boy home with me. Mike was sleeping. Said boy was still there when Mike woke up. He talked to him. Perhaps it was just awkward for me and the boy... Yes, I am still seeing said boy. Wasn't some sort of one night stand or anything.
Duke was going crazy in my room. I get up, throw on clothes and let the dog out. He runs downstairs and starts barking. I run downstairs after him. There's Mike sitting on the couch getting ready to watch a movie with a girl. Hey, it was 11:00pm... how was I supposed to know he was having company over that late? I make the situation even more awkward by not remembering how to speak properly because I feel uncomfortable.
Forgot that I had a load of laundry in the dryer. He had to take my clothes out of the dryer, throw them in my laundry basket and put it on top of the washing machine.
Told Mike about my various ailments, including my 2 bladder infections.
Made Mike watch a romantic comedy... actually, he chose to sit there and watch it with me, he did not have to do that.
I am sure there is more to this list. These are just things that stand out in my mind at the moment. Yikes. Poor guy.
Here is a list of shitty or awkward things I have done since Mike has been living in my house:
Got home around 3:00am one evening. Thought it would be a good time to give Mike a screen for his bedroom window that I had noisily taken from the hallway window. He was sleeping and had to be up early for work the next day.
Came home drunk around 3:00am and Mike wasn't there. Drank the rest of his chocolate milk before passing out.
Ate a can of his corn because I had no side dish to go with my steak. Did not make him a steak.
This one is my fault because it is my dog: Duke locked himself in Mike's room. He pooped on a shirt, laid on the bed and ripped the carpet up.
Once again my fault because it is my dog: Duke went into Mike's room and stole his soap. ---- Mike now has a lock on the outside of the door. He should probably get one for the inside too... that will keep things like the screen incident from happening.
Came home drunk, made Mike listen to my boy problems... the conversation went something like this... "You see Mike..." giggle giggle giggle "Oh you don't want to know." "Denise, I know you are going to tell me anyway."
Threw a fit (about a boy) and made him take me to the gas station for cigarettes at 3:00am...yes I was drunk. He was awake though.
Generally hated his cousin for 2 months and wouldn't even let him speak his name in my presence (thank god I am so over that).
Tried to back out of vacation 5 or 6 times. He yelled at me the last time and said I most certainly was going.
Brought a boy home with me. Mike was sleeping. Said boy was still there when Mike woke up. He talked to him. Perhaps it was just awkward for me and the boy... Yes, I am still seeing said boy. Wasn't some sort of one night stand or anything.
Duke was going crazy in my room. I get up, throw on clothes and let the dog out. He runs downstairs and starts barking. I run downstairs after him. There's Mike sitting on the couch getting ready to watch a movie with a girl. Hey, it was 11:00pm... how was I supposed to know he was having company over that late? I make the situation even more awkward by not remembering how to speak properly because I feel uncomfortable.
Forgot that I had a load of laundry in the dryer. He had to take my clothes out of the dryer, throw them in my laundry basket and put it on top of the washing machine.
Told Mike about my various ailments, including my 2 bladder infections.
Made Mike watch a romantic comedy... actually, he chose to sit there and watch it with me, he did not have to do that.
I am sure there is more to this list. These are just things that stand out in my mind at the moment. Yikes. Poor guy.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Super Spider Caper
Since I have nothing much to post I will give you a little father's day story...
On father's day my I got a call from my stepmom who was in town from Charlotte with my daddy for a graduation party. She said that they were on their way back to my Aunt Annie's house to play some board games and asked if I wanted them to swing by, pick me up and take me with them. I said yes, because after all, it was father's day and I get to see my daddy once every 6 months or so. We get to Aunt Annie’s and play two games of Apples to Apples of which I win one and my daddy wins the other. It was getting late and my cousin Pammy's boyfriend Phil asked me if I would like a ride home (he lives near me). I said sure.
So we are driving along, shooting the shit about my family, having a few laughs when all of a sudden this huge* spider starts slinging down from the rearview mirror towards where else but my lap. Now at this point I shriek, “EEEEEEE (high pitched throat closing noise)!!!!! SPIDER!!!” I hold my purse up. I contemplate hitting the spider with my purse. I think about the fact that if I did that and couldn’t find the spider I would potentially have to throw my purse out of the window. Things were not looking good. I was basically sitting on the door armrest still yelling the previously mentioned phrase. At this point Phil is also screaming like a little girl, “SPIDER!?! SPIDER!?! WHERE!?! WHERE IS THE SPIDER DENISE!?!” I tell him on the rearview mirror. He asks me again. I tell him again… He spots it. Now he is freaking out as much as I am. I see the fact that I am stuck in a car with a spider coming dangerously close to sitting on my lap and a guy that is just as afraid of it as I am. I think to myself, oh no, this won’t do, won’t do at all. My hand started creeping towards the door handle... Now remember, we are in a moving vehicle. Phil looks at me and screams “KILL IT!” I respond with “NO! I AM VERY AFRAID OF SPIDERS! YOU KILL IT!” His answer is, “WELL I’M VERY AFRAID OF SPIDERS TOO!!” At this point I think, “Great, this is just great. We will have to abandon the car by the side of the road because neither one of us has the balls to reach a hand up and kill this eight legged nightmare.” Phil had grabbed his cigarette pack, with a look of sheer panic and slight determination in his eyes. I yell, “Phil the surface isn’t flat enough. You might end up flinging the damn thing onto one of us!” At that moment we lose sight of the beast. We tried to stay as calm as possible. “WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?” we yell simultaneously. Then Phil spots it. It seems my little friend now wanted to visit with Phil. As the spider crawled towards Phil’s head he lifted his cigarette pack up and smooshed the SOB.
We laughed hysterically at each other for a little while. I turned to Phil and said, “I believe we just bonded.” He said, “I agree.”
* What Phil and I think of as a huge spider might just be a large house spider to someone else.
On father's day my I got a call from my stepmom who was in town from Charlotte with my daddy for a graduation party. She said that they were on their way back to my Aunt Annie's house to play some board games and asked if I wanted them to swing by, pick me up and take me with them. I said yes, because after all, it was father's day and I get to see my daddy once every 6 months or so. We get to Aunt Annie’s and play two games of Apples to Apples of which I win one and my daddy wins the other. It was getting late and my cousin Pammy's boyfriend Phil asked me if I would like a ride home (he lives near me). I said sure.
So we are driving along, shooting the shit about my family, having a few laughs when all of a sudden this huge* spider starts slinging down from the rearview mirror towards where else but my lap. Now at this point I shriek, “EEEEEEE (high pitched throat closing noise)!!!!! SPIDER!!!” I hold my purse up. I contemplate hitting the spider with my purse. I think about the fact that if I did that and couldn’t find the spider I would potentially have to throw my purse out of the window. Things were not looking good. I was basically sitting on the door armrest still yelling the previously mentioned phrase. At this point Phil is also screaming like a little girl, “SPIDER!?! SPIDER!?! WHERE!?! WHERE IS THE SPIDER DENISE!?!” I tell him on the rearview mirror. He asks me again. I tell him again… He spots it. Now he is freaking out as much as I am. I see the fact that I am stuck in a car with a spider coming dangerously close to sitting on my lap and a guy that is just as afraid of it as I am. I think to myself, oh no, this won’t do, won’t do at all. My hand started creeping towards the door handle... Now remember, we are in a moving vehicle. Phil looks at me and screams “KILL IT!” I respond with “NO! I AM VERY AFRAID OF SPIDERS! YOU KILL IT!” His answer is, “WELL I’M VERY AFRAID OF SPIDERS TOO!!” At this point I think, “Great, this is just great. We will have to abandon the car by the side of the road because neither one of us has the balls to reach a hand up and kill this eight legged nightmare.” Phil had grabbed his cigarette pack, with a look of sheer panic and slight determination in his eyes. I yell, “Phil the surface isn’t flat enough. You might end up flinging the damn thing onto one of us!” At that moment we lose sight of the beast. We tried to stay as calm as possible. “WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?” we yell simultaneously. Then Phil spots it. It seems my little friend now wanted to visit with Phil. As the spider crawled towards Phil’s head he lifted his cigarette pack up and smooshed the SOB.
We laughed hysterically at each other for a little while. I turned to Phil and said, “I believe we just bonded.” He said, “I agree.”
* What Phil and I think of as a huge spider might just be a large house spider to someone else.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Go Me and My Big Heart
If you know me, you know that though I may be a little harsh and slightly aggressive at times, I have a huge heart and will give anyone the shirt off my back if needed. So when my ex-husband contacted me the other day complaining that BAC would not fax him a copy of the loan assumption document (document stating I bought him out of the mortgage) and he really needed it to close on the house he was going to purchase (for some reason the BAC loan still shows up on his credit report) this here big hearted super hero jumped into action and got on the phone with BAC. I had to call 4 times but I finally got them to fax the f-ing letter to him. Go me and my big heart. This was the same guy that was unwilling to buy me out of the mortgage. The same guy who wouldn't take a single pet off of my hands. Yep that guy. I dropped everything at work to help him. So shame on anyone who thinks I don't have a heart. If anything my heart is too big for my own good.
I tend to put people on a pedestal. If I like you as a person, watch out. I expect great things from you. I expect you to reciprocate my unconditional friendship at any cost. If this doesn't happen I feel hurt, betrayed... almost like someone ran over my puppy. My roommate tells me that this is in fact my biggest personality flaw. I tend to give too much and people take advantage of me. Ha ha... can you even imagine your biggest flaw being your love of people? Now I know, you are thinking, "I know for a fact that you do not love people." This is true. I generally despise people. I think that they are mostly selfish, greedy, narcissistic evil doers. That being said, on the rare occasion that I let someone into my life, I tend to set the bar a little too high for them. I forget that people are people. Everyone is looking out for numero uno. I understand this. I do it myself. I'm not even sure that if I met me and became my friend that I would be happy with the outcome.
I am really trying to get away from this, but it is so damn hard. I like to have faith in people. I like to think that my friends are going to be my friends no matter what. I like to think that I could hold myself up to that sort of standard. Maybe I can. Probably not.
As an update to this, why shouldn't I expect the best from people? Is there really anything that terrible about it? Sure it causes me more heartache in the long run, but it also helps me surround myself with people who are worth it. It helps me weed out those that aren't worth my time and energy. I guess in the end, putting people on a pedestal really isn't that bad. It will get me what I want one day.
XoXo,
Me
I tend to put people on a pedestal. If I like you as a person, watch out. I expect great things from you. I expect you to reciprocate my unconditional friendship at any cost. If this doesn't happen I feel hurt, betrayed... almost like someone ran over my puppy. My roommate tells me that this is in fact my biggest personality flaw. I tend to give too much and people take advantage of me. Ha ha... can you even imagine your biggest flaw being your love of people? Now I know, you are thinking, "I know for a fact that you do not love people." This is true. I generally despise people. I think that they are mostly selfish, greedy, narcissistic evil doers. That being said, on the rare occasion that I let someone into my life, I tend to set the bar a little too high for them. I forget that people are people. Everyone is looking out for numero uno. I understand this. I do it myself. I'm not even sure that if I met me and became my friend that I would be happy with the outcome.
I am really trying to get away from this, but it is so damn hard. I like to have faith in people. I like to think that my friends are going to be my friends no matter what. I like to think that I could hold myself up to that sort of standard. Maybe I can. Probably not.
As an update to this, why shouldn't I expect the best from people? Is there really anything that terrible about it? Sure it causes me more heartache in the long run, but it also helps me surround myself with people who are worth it. It helps me weed out those that aren't worth my time and energy. I guess in the end, putting people on a pedestal really isn't that bad. It will get me what I want one day.
XoXo,
Me
Monday, June 14, 2010
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
A person’s life is made up of a series of decisions. These decisions affect where you end up. It’s not that I don’t believe in fate at all, because I do. I believe situations are presented to us by the universe, but it is in our hands to ultimately decide what path to take. Some decisions are harder than others. “Where should I live?” is clearly a harder decision than “What outfit should I wear today?” However both of these decisions could affect the direction your life takes.
I’m stuck on this right now. Decisions. I have a few decisions I need to make in my life. I believe it has come to the point where I have to decide. These decisions are going to affect my life and potentially my happiness in big ways. At what point do I stop thinking and just start doing? Do I go with the comfortable decision because I know this place? This is my comfortable place. It’s not necessarily my happy place, but it is my familiar place. Is it wrong that I have become complacent and content with the not so happy place because I have gotten so used to it? Unhappiness is no longer quite so unhappy for me because I have gotten used to it. If it keeps me from having to deal with the heartache of potentially not reaching my goal, then I am okay with it. Is that really a way to live? An intelligent guy once told me that I should go with what makes me happy. How do you do that if you aren't sure what makes you happy?
I sometimes wish I had someone to make my decisions for me. I have found that this is one of the hardest things I have had to learn since being single. There is no one there to tell me what to do. I have to decide on my own. I must say that in the past 2 years, I have gotten very good at it. No, not all of the decisions I have made have turned out great. In fact, more times than not, these decisions have been very, very bad. But at least I made them. Now I have even more to make and if you are close to me, you know what I am talking about. You know what these decisions are. You have given me your advice and I appreciate it but the decision is now up to me. Wish me luck. Hope that I make the right decision. Fingers crossed.
XoXo,
SuperAwesome D
Update: Well, I made my decision. It was hard. I chose what I know for a fact makes me happy. I'm not saying that the other choice wouldn't have made me just as happy, but that was scary uncharted happy. This is familiar comfortable happy. We will see how it goes. Hopefully I made the right decision. If not, I'll just add it to the list of life experiences.
I’m stuck on this right now. Decisions. I have a few decisions I need to make in my life. I believe it has come to the point where I have to decide. These decisions are going to affect my life and potentially my happiness in big ways. At what point do I stop thinking and just start doing? Do I go with the comfortable decision because I know this place? This is my comfortable place. It’s not necessarily my happy place, but it is my familiar place. Is it wrong that I have become complacent and content with the not so happy place because I have gotten so used to it? Unhappiness is no longer quite so unhappy for me because I have gotten used to it. If it keeps me from having to deal with the heartache of potentially not reaching my goal, then I am okay with it. Is that really a way to live? An intelligent guy once told me that I should go with what makes me happy. How do you do that if you aren't sure what makes you happy?
I sometimes wish I had someone to make my decisions for me. I have found that this is one of the hardest things I have had to learn since being single. There is no one there to tell me what to do. I have to decide on my own. I must say that in the past 2 years, I have gotten very good at it. No, not all of the decisions I have made have turned out great. In fact, more times than not, these decisions have been very, very bad. But at least I made them. Now I have even more to make and if you are close to me, you know what I am talking about. You know what these decisions are. You have given me your advice and I appreciate it but the decision is now up to me. Wish me luck. Hope that I make the right decision. Fingers crossed.
XoXo,
SuperAwesome D
Update: Well, I made my decision. It was hard. I chose what I know for a fact makes me happy. I'm not saying that the other choice wouldn't have made me just as happy, but that was scary uncharted happy. This is familiar comfortable happy. We will see how it goes. Hopefully I made the right decision. If not, I'll just add it to the list of life experiences.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
What...? What is this crazy stuff I hear?
I have been listening to the radio on the interwebs at work when my boss isn't in. This week will be one full week of radio listening. I have formed the following opinions regarding the music that is being played on the radio (I listen to Just the Hits! Todays Hottest Hit Music, so I am assuming that it's the same crap they play on the regular top 40 fm radio stations):
1. I am not a fan of Justin Bieber. I feel I have no room for him in my life. I don't like the fact that he sounds like he is a 10 year old girl. I don't like that he uses improper grammar. It irritates me. I hate his hair as well. That is more of a side note since you really can't see what people look like on the radio. I saw him on something on tv before.
2. Most of Taylor Swift's songs make me want to cry. Not because they are so poignant but because I like them so little. I don't want to listen to whiny songs about love as a 15 year old. I lived there at one point in time, 15 years ago, now please shut up about it. And Taylor, my dear, you should get over it as well. You will be old enough to drink this year. You haven't been 15 in quite a while yourself.
3. I can't go directly to the website to listen to the radio. I have to go through the radio station guide that is in my favorites on my web browser at work. This has been here since I started working at the firm and this is the first time I have actually utilized it. However, the station plays through Windows Media Player and the artist/song titles are not available. This brings me to my actual point. I have no idea who some of these people are without someone telling me and some of them sound exactly alike. So if I hear something that I really like I have to sit here and try to memorize every word so I can either ask someone (by singing it to them) or hope that I catch enough of the lyrics to do a google search. This annoys me, and I have no one to blame but myself.
4. I actually enjoy the mix of all of the genres of music this channel plays, even the country, which is hard to believe (excluding most Taylor Swift of course). I guess I can tolerate more than I first believed I could when it comes to music. I also like the fact that there is no classic rock played. I am officially sick of classic rock.
5. I now realize that since the invention of the iPod I have been living under a rock and not trying to experience any new music. With the discovery of this new found radio freedom at work I think I will be expanding my music collection to include some more up to date songs. I look forward to this journey.
Oh, on a side note, when you get a chance listen to the song "Because I'm Awesome" by the Dollyrots... this has been one of my favorite songs for the past few years. They just played it on my Hits radio station which surprises me.
1. I am not a fan of Justin Bieber. I feel I have no room for him in my life. I don't like the fact that he sounds like he is a 10 year old girl. I don't like that he uses improper grammar. It irritates me. I hate his hair as well. That is more of a side note since you really can't see what people look like on the radio. I saw him on something on tv before.
2. Most of Taylor Swift's songs make me want to cry. Not because they are so poignant but because I like them so little. I don't want to listen to whiny songs about love as a 15 year old. I lived there at one point in time, 15 years ago, now please shut up about it. And Taylor, my dear, you should get over it as well. You will be old enough to drink this year. You haven't been 15 in quite a while yourself.
3. I can't go directly to the website to listen to the radio. I have to go through the radio station guide that is in my favorites on my web browser at work. This has been here since I started working at the firm and this is the first time I have actually utilized it. However, the station plays through Windows Media Player and the artist/song titles are not available. This brings me to my actual point. I have no idea who some of these people are without someone telling me and some of them sound exactly alike. So if I hear something that I really like I have to sit here and try to memorize every word so I can either ask someone (by singing it to them) or hope that I catch enough of the lyrics to do a google search. This annoys me, and I have no one to blame but myself.
4. I actually enjoy the mix of all of the genres of music this channel plays, even the country, which is hard to believe (excluding most Taylor Swift of course). I guess I can tolerate more than I first believed I could when it comes to music. I also like the fact that there is no classic rock played. I am officially sick of classic rock.
5. I now realize that since the invention of the iPod I have been living under a rock and not trying to experience any new music. With the discovery of this new found radio freedom at work I think I will be expanding my music collection to include some more up to date songs. I look forward to this journey.
Oh, on a side note, when you get a chance listen to the song "Because I'm Awesome" by the Dollyrots... this has been one of my favorite songs for the past few years. They just played it on my Hits radio station which surprises me.
Monday, June 7, 2010
I Heart...
...in no particular order:
My friends
My family
Hockey
Beers
Bacon
Air Conditioning
Dukelbear (aka Duke, Good Buddy Duke, Stinky, Mr. McDukerson, Boofer Bear, My BFF)
HD TV
Kissing
Social Networking
Paul Rudd
Talking about me
Men with body hair (yeah, it should take me no time to find Mr. Right)
This Guy
Karaoke
Laughing
Cute guys that I want to stick in my pocket and take home with me keeping them as pets
Bar trivia
These Guys
Cheerios
Low Fat String Cheese
That butterfly feeling I get in my midsection when kissing someone I really like
Skim Milk
Chardonnay
Pizza Rolls (they have to be Totino’s pepperoni)
Tattoos
Dr. Pepper
Flip-flops
Long sleeve t-shirts
Hand holding
Jeremy Piven
The fact that my friends and I have a set playlist of songs that we play at the bar
The fact that we have choreographed dances to go along with above mentioned songs
Playing rap on the jukebox when the bar is full of old men
My snowman jammie pants
Spring
HBO
Bowling
Driving golf balls
Having a schoolgirl crush on someone
Being happy
Naps
Chocolate
The ocean
My cell phone
My friends
My family
Hockey
Beers
Bacon
Air Conditioning
Dukelbear (aka Duke, Good Buddy Duke, Stinky, Mr. McDukerson, Boofer Bear, My BFF)
HD TV
Kissing
Social Networking
Paul Rudd
Talking about me
Men with body hair (yeah, it should take me no time to find Mr. Right)
This Guy
Karaoke
Laughing
Cute guys that I want to stick in my pocket and take home with me keeping them as pets
Bar trivia
These Guys
Cheerios
Low Fat String Cheese
That butterfly feeling I get in my midsection when kissing someone I really like
Skim Milk
Chardonnay
Pizza Rolls (they have to be Totino’s pepperoni)
Tattoos
Dr. Pepper
Flip-flops
Long sleeve t-shirts
Hand holding
Jeremy Piven
The fact that my friends and I have a set playlist of songs that we play at the bar
The fact that we have choreographed dances to go along with above mentioned songs
Playing rap on the jukebox when the bar is full of old men
My snowman jammie pants
Spring
HBO
Bowling
Driving golf balls
Having a schoolgirl crush on someone
Being happy
Naps
Chocolate
The ocean
My cell phone
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Nice
How to fake nice:
1. Feign concern
2. Make eye contact
3. Smile frequently (even if it feels like it is killing you)
4. Laugh at jokes/stories where necessary
5. Listen intently
6. Offer feedback
7....Wait just one minute... aside from the bit about feigning concern, this almost sounds like real nice. What's the difference? Oh yes... it's the feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you would be happier anywhere but right here right now.
1. Feign concern
2. Make eye contact
3. Smile frequently (even if it feels like it is killing you)
4. Laugh at jokes/stories where necessary
5. Listen intently
6. Offer feedback
7....Wait just one minute... aside from the bit about feigning concern, this almost sounds like real nice. What's the difference? Oh yes... it's the feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you would be happier anywhere but right here right now.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
List of Demands
Often I have heard the question asked "What are you looking for in a significant other?" I hear it answered in different ways by different people. Most start their lists with physical features: muscles, boobs, teeth, eyes... then they throw in personality with a laugh, normally something like this; "Oh yeah (giggle giggle) and they have to make me laugh..." I wonder, what if we all started our lists with the personality traits and left the physical aspects at the bottom of the list? I understand we need to be physically attracted to someone to actually be with them. I don't care if I found Carrot Top to be the funniest guy on the face of the planet, I would never be happy with him because quite frankly I find him repulsive.
Just think about it though... when asked the question "What are you looking for in a significant other?" what if you answered like this:
I am looking for someone who makes me laugh. Someone who can take a serious situation and make it a little lighter but still understands that sometimes things are serious. I am looking for someone who understands that sometimes I am sad and sometimes I can't help it. I want someone who knows when to give me my space but also knows when to push and ask me what's wrong. I am looking for someone who can easily communicate with me when we need to talk about something. I am looking for someone who is at least passionate about one thing, even if that one thing is ridiculous. I want someone who loves their family and animals. I want someone who is loyal to their friends but knows when someone is just bad for them. Someone who recycles would be a plus. Oh yeah, (giggle giggle) and they have to have nice (whatever) and be built (however).
This is just a broad list of possible personality traits. This does not mean I am personally looking for a super-human male. Thank you to my friend who pointed out that it reads like I am looking for all of those things in a person.
Just think about it though... when asked the question "What are you looking for in a significant other?" what if you answered like this:
I am looking for someone who makes me laugh. Someone who can take a serious situation and make it a little lighter but still understands that sometimes things are serious. I am looking for someone who understands that sometimes I am sad and sometimes I can't help it. I want someone who knows when to give me my space but also knows when to push and ask me what's wrong. I am looking for someone who can easily communicate with me when we need to talk about something. I am looking for someone who is at least passionate about one thing, even if that one thing is ridiculous. I want someone who loves their family and animals. I want someone who is loyal to their friends but knows when someone is just bad for them. Someone who recycles would be a plus. Oh yeah, (giggle giggle) and they have to have nice (whatever) and be built (however).
This is just a broad list of possible personality traits. This does not mean I am personally looking for a super-human male. Thank you to my friend who pointed out that it reads like I am looking for all of those things in a person.
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