My dream man and torture.
Oh Alanis, your lyrics, “It’s like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beeeeaauuutiful wife” will forever resonate; words that bounce around while ricocheting off my brain and life, haunting me forever.
So, we’ve all faced it-or at least I have-just this once. But, how about, meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his not-so-perfect-5-out-of-10 girlfriend and their not-even-mediocre relationship. What do you do? Do you sabotage (man, I wish creepy laughs translated through the internet)? Stalk? Wait patiently by your Facebook to see if he breaks the ice and acknowledges the epically stellar connection you both shared that weekend in the sticks? Give up? Call him incessantly (wait, who calls anyone anymore?), or text him like a fiend until he realizes your can’t-be-lived-without-qualities?
Ugh. Or. OR. Or? Do you go out on a limb, tell him how you feel, pray that he doesn’t mention it to his sub-par less-than-half other half, and hope for the best? Everyone (and by everyone I mean my friends that give sagely advice) says, “let it be, and if it’s meant to be, it will be”. What is all this “be” crap? It’s also been said that if you don’t “throw enough horse hockey (shit) on the wall, nothing will stick.” (Ok, so that one might have been my mom, but true nonetheless. I am still trying to figure out why you'd want to throw shit on a wall. Lack of paint?)
Don’t we live in a world of “do” now? “Make your life” and “don’t wait for things to happen” and “destiny only gets you so far” is now part of the USA everyday lingo. But, BUT, often the best thing to do, is to do nothing and let it work itself out on its own. “Don’t seem to eager!” says the best friend. “He’ll never like you then.”
Well shit. What now?
OOOH! He liked my status on Facebook. GAME ON. All’s fair in love and war, right?
