My opinion:
I don't think guys fall in love. Yes... okay. EVERYONE disagrees with me. Fine. You don't have to agree. I'm just playing devil's advocate. Let's just suppose that guys don't fall in love. Why would we do that? Because it would just make me feel much better. That's why.
I'm just trying to think through all the gents I've had the pleasure to know in my lifetime. I think I've dated my fair share of boys. Starting with Jason S. freshman year of highschool. That one shouldn't even actually count. The first one never counts because all you do is tell people you are going out. And you talk on the phone like three times and then you break up.
Rob R. loved me. That's for sure. How do I know? Because I just know. It was nothing he did or didn't do. I just know he did. So, I guess that blows my theory out of the water. So let me rephrase it... Few guys fall in love.
Well, then there's all the boys that fell in love with my friend, Abby... and all the boys that are constantly in love with my friend, Sarah. And then there's my grandpa and my grandad. And my dad, who loves my mom. And all those stupid sappy boys who fall in love with women in the chick flicks. Well, Max really loved Angela. I know that for sure. And there's a teacher at work who is in love with his wife. Alot. And I'm sure all my friends husbands are in love with them. Damn it. So, let me again rephrase my theory... Few guys fall in love - with me.
I am okay with that. Not everybody in the known world has to be in love with me. My dogs are in love with me. My friends love me. My family... yes. I'm not complaining.
I'm just warning you. One day somebody will be in love with me. And he better watch out, because I might be in love with him too and then what will we do? We'll have to do all the stuff that people do when they're in love, like smile. And write notes to each other. And bake cookies as a special surprise. And plan birthday parties for each other and go on vacations together.
It's all too much to fathom.
2 comments:
I'll tell you a SECRET!
(emphasis on the secret part)
Love is an interesting thing.
What's really bad is when one person loves and the other doesn't.
So that person who loves decides to find love for her/himself. And finds someone who loves them deeply, purely, eternally.
Thhhhheeeen, the one who they originally loved, comes back and says, "I didn't know what I had then."
That's very sad. But it makes for excellent fodder for a good writer. ;)
P.S. I think you may have been afraid to put yourself in a situation where more people could fall in love with you. Because you're amazingly lovable, and I'm just sayin'.
Ash... we gotta go catch up over coffee sometime. You crack me up. : )
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