Basically.Undateable.

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Yeah, unfortunately I’ve begun to suspect it’s true. I am undateable. I always hate to have little labels over my head, I hear its bad form to label people, but honestly sometimes they are true. Lately I feel like I own the old Whitney Young quote, “Recently I’ve been out on so many blind dates, I should get a free dog.” But seriously, it’s not that bad. Well, if I could get my mom to ease up about it it wouldn’t be. My mom may be only about five foot three, but when she wag’s that finger at me, she scares the crap out of me. She half scares me enough to have me marching to the Justice of the Peace with the next fellow who is almost willing and obviously a couple of tacos short of a combination platter. No, I’m kidding, she’s only half that bad and her intentions are good. She just wants me to forego happiness, like any dutiful daughter would, so she can be a grandmother. But I must have some deep-seeded cognitive relationship disorder, because I think it through too much.

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People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Shoot that’s the easy part, but twenty five years in are you still in love with, or at the least, able to tolerate the flaws? That’s the hardest part for me. I was raised in a fashion of manners that would make the smartest debutante seem like a slob, so I always expect from others (or at least THE other) the little things, like please and thank you, chewing with your mouth closed and all the little details taught by Ms. Manners. Or rather, by my mom, the table Nazi, as it were. If I was around my significant and he wasn’t taught this way, I think after twenty-five years of smacking food I’d probably reach lovingly across the table and stab him with my plastic spork. I mean honestly, its easy to be happy with the stuff I dig about him and hopefully the good will always be there and in more numbers than the bad, but the “crap,” for lack of a better adjective, is what grates on the nerves. Can I live with that my entire life? Or will I cringe every time I see him head to the refrigerator?

Basically.Undateable.

Take from? Yep even today. I say this stuff mostly in gest, I wanted to lighten up on this Friday. I’m a little quirky that way. But the point is, dating and relationships are serious business and not for the faint of heart. Do the ground work with positive intent and do worry about the little things that bother you. That little niggling hole in the back of your mind when you talk to your other, in all seriousness as the years pass, it could become a cavernous sinkhole. When the time comes and you think you have found “the One,” sometimes we have to unromanticize and look at the person without those rose colored goggles. Admit his flaws to your romantic heart, let them rest there a spell and decide if it is something that will gently pass unnoticed or if it will fester as the years go by. Remember, “almost good enough,” or “there is just one flaw,” may make for a bad arrangement in time. Oh and mom? Sorry, no date tonight, but I’ll work on it and get back to you!

Outfit Three:
Shirt: *SoliDea FoliEs* Little Lola
Headpiece: *SoliDea FoliEs* Mila
Pants: Leezu! Glitter pants
Hairs: Boon
Shoos: Belgravia

13 thoughts on “Basically.Undateable.

  1. I think being picky about the person you want to spend the rest of your live with is better than falling in love with anyone that looks at you. Is says your not desperate, you are happy being with your self and that is the first step in my opion to be happy with someone else. We are all differant even twins have thier differances, and that makes it some times hard to live with other people, I have found in my years that I can love someone but not be able to live with them (my mother for one). I thought I would never find someone “good enough” but at my old age I have he is 13 years younger than me but far more mature than I will ever hope to be and is my better half. You cant force “the one” to come, and in my case I had to wait untill he was born.

    1. hehe what a wonderful life you have and I just LOVE that last comment “I had to wait for him to be born” You are very wise and very gentle my dear Jessicaann. Have a wonderful weekend! xo

  2. OMG I can relate! When my mom asks me when will I get married, I tell her: “Next week because I’m still busy this week!” Hahaha… This is an awesome post, Cao. Tell your mom not to worry, you’re just saving yourself for the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. 🙂

      1. Happy Monday Cao! 🙂
        I wrote a stupid poem. Thought I’ll share it with you.

        My torn pictures on the street
        did the rounds in the bar tonight
        seems my lover is no more madly in love

      2. Wonderful but untrue, a woman deaf and blind could love you no less my sweet Arjun, your words speak from your heart. Xo I have an awesome idea for the poem you sent to me. I just need to figure out how to set it up since i no longer have land. But its going to be done. Yay!

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