Ha ha...I always get the opposite of this Ortizmo. I am so ready for the simple life. I've gotten to a point in my life when I wanna meet the kinda girl who brings me home to mom (and not as a substitute boyfriend).
I am an old soul at 23, I wanna nice apartment with a comfy couch and some good books and a liquor cabinet and cook books and a kitchen to use them. I still like Vegas and trips with the boys but I figure the girl I am looking for, Miss Right I think they are calling her, will be my bestfriend and when I goto Vegas with the boys she'll either understand or wanna come along or I won't wanna be with the boys if it means being without my bestfriend; her.
I have had 5 years of coming and going and independence and choices. I have too much love to give I am not concerned with having to make sacrifices and having to work at both my friendships and my relationship to make them all work.
How sad am I 23 and all I want is someone to wake up next to on a Sunday morning. I duck out of the apartment, in a pair of worn jeans and a tshirt, hop in my car and run to a coffee shop. I order her favorite drink extra hot so by the time I get home its still nice and hot.
I slip back in the house to find her wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts. Her hair is tied back loosly behind her head and I still marvel at how beautiful she is without the gorgeous dress and the makeup she had worn the night before when we went out dancing.
We lay in bed, refusing to acknowledge the world, listening to old albums and dancing in our boxers. We comb through the newspaper reading the funnies and cutting coupons, not because we need to but because its fun to see what deal we can find to trumph the other one...I call it "Sunday Morning Love," and I doubt it will ever exsist for me...or most people.
Ohhh rum.... NEVER again. I'll just leave it at that! *gets a headache just thinking about rum"
As for the Prince, I don't believe they exist... as I don't believe the Princess exists for you guys... sorry, call me a realist! :o
Maybe I'm a jaded married woman?
Your experience with rum sounds about like mine with whiskey. Even the smell makes me gag any more.
Do I honestly believe that I am going to see someone, fall in love, start a relationship, get married, and live happily ever after with no effort? Nope! Never going to happen. To parrot myself: Relationships are work.
If I were to truly find my princess, that is what should happen.
Who knows? It ~could~, although I doubt it. Maybe, one day on the ride up to jump, I will sit next to a nice woman, we will start to talk, decide to do a 2 way, land, and decide to see each other after we are done for the day. Of course there are a number of equally plausable scenarios as well.
Of course, if I were to accidently call a wrong number, have a goddess pop out of a mirror, and then manage to actually have my wish for her to be my girlfriend come true...well, I am not sure I would complain.
Ohhh rum.... NEVER again. I'll just leave it at that! *gets a headache just thinking about rum"
As for the Prince, I don't believe they exist... as I don't believe the Princess exists for you guys... sorry, call me a realist! :o
Maybe I'm a jaded married woman?
Who wants a Prince and Princess? Spoiled unruley lot! I want a friend who is my lover and my companion and my partner...thats real and romantic.
I tell you where the rum is, I tossed your candy water back in the ocean for some vodka and gin- that will put the magic and the fire in your Disneyland trip! Ha ha that or some Absynth...who wants to come see the green fairy with me? I promise you; you will not remember it!
Who wants a Prince and Princess? Spoiled unruley lot! I want a friend who is my lover and my companion and my partner...thats real and romantic.
I tell you where the rum is, I tossed your candy water back in the ocean for some vodka and gin- that will put the magic and the fire in your Disneyland trip! Ha ha that or some Absythinth...who wants to come see the green fairy with me? I promise you; you will not remember it!
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