(What's that... did she say something about a guy?!)
She did. Not just any guy, but the Best Guy Ever. And so it is written. I've answered a couple of questions for myself that until this point in my life I had no clue on. Life is great. I don't know how long the Best Guy Ever will be in my life, but I do know this: if every single relationship pain I've ever gone through brought me to the moment of meeting him, then it was ALL worth it.
Dating questions I've answered for myself this month:
- So how does it work? Do I meet someone and not hate them, and then eventually grow to like them and then love them? -
No, that's stupid. You will read something written by a person that will make you want to meet him come hell or high water. When he is slow to ask you out, you will jump the gun and tell him it's time to ask you out. The day of the first date you will spend six hours making something to give him when you meet him, because you know he will understand. When you see him your heart will do flips. And you will lose sleep that night because the thought will not leave your head that you have finally met your other half.
- Will I agonize over whether I'll ever hear from him again?
- Will I ever meet someone I can be myself around?
- Will I be scared?
Right now I'm re-reading one of my favorite books of all time, Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins.
I don't think we should make love stay. I think love should want to stay because there's nowhere else love would rather be.
“Who knows how to make love stay?
Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay.
Tell love you want a memento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.
Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.”
“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”