Wednesday, October 19
swoon..
i am a romantic at heart.
was talking to irene couplea days before i left & we came to the topic of what one of the most treasured traits in her other half was. for her it was Charm. the kind that makes her swoon. light headed. weak kneed. & reduces her to blubbering idiot. she asked me what my equivalent of 'Charm' was, i said 'Respect'. i noe. yawn. but it's important to me albeit boring.
today. i think i noe what makes me swoon. light headed. weak kneed. reduces me to blubbering idiot - romance. mayb i've seen too many hollywood movies & read too many trashy novels. but watching Nick Lachey & Travis Barker romance their wives really made me go "waaaa....." i guess with mr lachey it's like. duh. 98degs boy. BUT with hardcore-full body tattooed & pierced-blink182 drummer-mr travis barker, it's the last thing i'd ever expect from him. maybe that's why when he shows the world what a Huge romantic he is, it's all the more "power".
i really try & be practical. & i think i've done quite well, succeeding in conditioning myself to think that practicality is the right & the only way to go. i really meant it when i said i don't wan flowers on v day. or the candlelight dinner. or huge bouquet at the airport. or any R&J balcony reenactments. becos that's cheesy. but i do wan the surprise single stalk (note: my garden has flowers!!). the prepared dinner of a slice of cheese slapped between 2 slices of bread (note: not even TOAST!!) . opening the car door for me jus cos. learning how i take my tea.
yet i wonder if im being too demanding & if i should count my blessings & not be an ingrate. but i also wonder if the ''s'porean guy sydrome'' has convinced me that flowers are a stupid symbol for love. that men jus dun cook. that i can open the door myself becos im a perfectly abled woman & if we opened our own doors we'd save time & be on our way much quicker. that wine is the new tea (or coffee) so i should move with the times.
when i say i don't want flowers or godivas just cause, i mean it. but it'd be nice if i got some anyways. when i say i can do the dishes on my own i mean it, but alittle help never hurt anyone. i think when most girls say they dun wan the guy to waste money they mean it. but. we really wouldn't get mad if you did. once in a while. we might Pretend for abit & scold you alittle. but deep down inside we're mush. basically the more out-of-point & random it is. the better you'll get us & the further the brownie points'll go.
girls, i guess we have to be reasonable too huh. & we have to remember they are different & that's why we love them.
thank you for the songs. the many poems. the car rides. the cards. 23 days. ¶ 1:12 PM
was talking to irene couplea days before i left & we came to the topic of what one of the most treasured traits in her other half was. for her it was Charm. the kind that makes her swoon. light headed. weak kneed. & reduces her to blubbering idiot. she asked me what my equivalent of 'Charm' was, i said 'Respect'. i noe. yawn. but it's important to me albeit boring.
today. i think i noe what makes me swoon. light headed. weak kneed. reduces me to blubbering idiot - romance. mayb i've seen too many hollywood movies & read too many trashy novels. but watching Nick Lachey & Travis Barker romance their wives really made me go "waaaa....." i guess with mr lachey it's like. duh. 98degs boy. BUT with hardcore-full body tattooed & pierced-blink182 drummer-mr travis barker, it's the last thing i'd ever expect from him. maybe that's why when he shows the world what a Huge romantic he is, it's all the more "power".
i really try & be practical. & i think i've done quite well, succeeding in conditioning myself to think that practicality is the right & the only way to go. i really meant it when i said i don't wan flowers on v day. or the candlelight dinner. or huge bouquet at the airport. or any R&J balcony reenactments. becos that's cheesy. but i do wan the surprise single stalk (note: my garden has flowers!!). the prepared dinner of a slice of cheese slapped between 2 slices of bread (note: not even TOAST!!) . opening the car door for me jus cos. learning how i take my tea.
yet i wonder if im being too demanding & if i should count my blessings & not be an ingrate. but i also wonder if the ''s'porean guy sydrome'' has convinced me that flowers are a stupid symbol for love. that men jus dun cook. that i can open the door myself becos im a perfectly abled woman & if we opened our own doors we'd save time & be on our way much quicker. that wine is the new tea (or coffee) so i should move with the times.
when i say i don't want flowers or godivas just cause, i mean it. but it'd be nice if i got some anyways. when i say i can do the dishes on my own i mean it, but alittle help never hurt anyone. i think when most girls say they dun wan the guy to waste money they mean it. but. we really wouldn't get mad if you did. once in a while. we might Pretend for abit & scold you alittle. but deep down inside we're mush. basically the more out-of-point & random it is. the better you'll get us & the further the brownie points'll go.
girls, i guess we have to be reasonable too huh. & we have to remember they are different & that's why we love them.
thank you for the songs. the many poems. the car rides. the cards. 23 days. ¶ 1:12 PM
