You know how you go out on first dates and then harbor all these evil thoughts, like, "I can't believe this guy just said this to me." Or, "Wow, that was too much information." Or, "Hey, buddy, way to kill a first date." Like they'll tell you disturbing reasons why old relationships died or things they didn't like about their former lovers' bodies, etc., things that they say either as icebreakers or amusing conversational topics but really just make you alarmed and awkward. Red flags that tell you, this is not my life partner. Or is this just me, who is always entertaining a caustic inner monologue?
Well, today, I was looking in the mirror doing little fix-its, like plucking my eyebrows, assessing my imperfections, and the thought crossed my mind that I must surely be a victim of my own crime. How many times have I said random, jarring, unnerving things, shared too much about my life or flung out indiscriminate opinions and generalizations. There must definitely be a catalogue of guys who have done the "Oooookay" thing in their head as I rambled off about Michelle Kwan or Italy. And how about my utter frankness in talking about ex-relationships. There's always cause there for a person to swear that it is the first and last date.
I'm going to go think about this more carefully in my Civil Procedure class.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:39 PM
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