When a woman is hormonal and stressed and single and lives with other women who are in the same boat, the topic of men comes up fairly often (“fairly” being an understatement…obviously). Thus, this post.
It all began when I was listening to Ryan Seacrest earlier this week. A guy called in and began telling a story that at first I believed had no point, but it is Ryan on the radio, so I listened. The guy said that he has been casually dating a girl for a couple months and they went out to dinner the other night and she ordered a beer and the waiter asked her “do you want me to bring you a glass?” she said “no, (she) prefers to drink from the bottle.” There. That one phrase, one common, insignificant reply to a waiter about how to sip a beverage, was the deal maker (rather than breaker) for this guy. Once she said that he just couldn’t stand how cute and legit she was and he asked her – right there and then – if they could be exclusive. And she said yes. Now, call me crazy, but I thought that was the sweetest story of my week so far. It is just so cute and simple and reminds me that it is the little things that keep people together.
Okay, so if that story doesn’t do it for you, maybe these blog posts will…
If I get married and if I still have a blog then I want to nickname my husband when I write about him (much like this favorite blogger) and chronicle our love story.
I’d like to go on a first date that feels this comfortable.
I want to marry a man who is this in love with me through sickness and in health.
And, in the wise words of Jasmine Star, I whole heartedly agree... “I believe in weddings because I believe in love. Just the same way I believe in soul mates, in fidelity, in eternity, in passion, in sacrifice. I believe in weddings because I believe in love.” (I hope quoting her from a blog she asked readers not to steal is okay, because I have nothing but admiration and respect for her, so please read it for yourself in her archives from Jan 25, 2009).
Before ending this sappy random blog, I of course have to remind you all that someday I hope to be on a double date with a woman named Angelina and look across the table at these two men.