i'm an honest mistake that you made
The One. The magical, perfect fantasy Mr. Right that every woman knows is Out There, somewhere, struggling on through his lonely existence, because he hasn’t yet found Her, his fantasy, his The One. Rationally, Bella reminded herself that life didn’t work like that; of course there would be many hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men in the world that would be a good match for any one woman. Most you would never meet but that should still leave you with many, many opportunities to have a perfectly nice life with a perfectly nice somebody. But what if there really were only The One, the ideal person who was supposed to be with you? You might miss your bus one morning and he could be on it, single and ready to meet you and you would never even know how close you had been. Or you might glimpse him across a room, your eyes would meet for a moment and you’d wonder, “What if?” Someone else might have got to him first, be stifling your person in a dead-end, loveless marriage. Even now, this very minute, your very own Mr. Right could be cavorting with another woman, the unfaithful bastard, ignoring the niggling thought fluttering in his mind like a moth, struggling t obe noticed, that something vital was missing from his life. If you did ever chance to find each other, The One would, of course, recognize your true loveliness and be blind to your sticking-out stomach and chubby arms.
~Love is a Four Letter Word (Claire Calman)
This has to be mentioned in honor of my one and only Trev. :)
Only if I can come and molest you with my rubber ducky.
~Love is a Four Letter Word (Claire Calman)
This is just funny. I had to include it.
How can I have a relationship with this guy? Let’s say we end up having sex three times a week, and each time takes five minutes. I’ll be spending only fifteen minutes a week having sex, while I spend 174 ¼ hours doing other stuff! This is a ridiculous proportion. How can I spend only 1/700 of the week having sex? What will I do the rest of the time? It is possible I don’t like him anymore because he likes me? Is the challenge over? Am I that screwed up? I’m nearly hysterical. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I do need therapy. Do I only like men who don’t want me? Am I going to spend the rest of my life chasing men who don’t care about me, while ignoring the men who worship me? He wants me to meet his parents. I do not want to meet his parents. Why would I want to meet his parents? I can’t marry a 1/700 guy.
No, you don’t need therapy. You don’t like him because he’s terrible in bed. Life’s too short for bad sex. Dump him. I have to go now.
So much for in-depth examination.
~Milkrun (Sarah Mlynowski)
Not that I've ever had to lie but some certain parts of this sounds eerily familiar. And I don't like it.
I lied and told him I had my period. I was amazed he wasn’t disappointed that we couldn’t have sex that night. Amazed he didn’t remember that I had just finished my period last week. Shouldn’t guys remember these things? If a guy is such a good boyfriend, shouldn’t he keep track? I must end the insanity. I hate breaking up with people. Can’t I just not return his phone calls? Is that wrong? Now that I think about it, we’ve never discussed our relationship as being a relationship. Since I’ve never referred to him as my boyfriend (to his face anyway-and that’s what’s relevant here) and he’s never called me his girlfriend, technically we’re not even a couple. So technically I don’t have to dump him. All right, then. We’re broken up.
~Milkrun (Sarah Mlynowski)
Scary thought:
Every Cupid book is based on the premise that the heroine and hero were meant for each other right from the start. My dad always says, “There’s a lid for every pot.” But this doesn’t make much sense. What if two people are perfectly matched but live in different countries? This would imply that luck plays a greater role in life than fate. I mean, what if the stars schedule you to meet your one true love at exactly three o’clock, but at one minute to three you sneeze and have to search through your handbag for a tissue? By the time you find one and are done with blowing your nose, the love of your live has rounded a corner and is out of your life forever. Is this what it all comes down to? A sneeze? No wonder we end up marrying whomever we happen to be dating in our mid-to-late twenties. We get desperate because we haven’t met our soul mates. No wonder there are so many divorces.
~Milkrun (Sarah Mlynowski)
How many of us have had these thoughts before?
I just slept with him and now he has a date. I just slept with him and now he has a date. Tonight. After I slept with him. I shove his head off my knee
“You’re dating her.” I’m going to kill myself. Did he always like her? Did he like her while he was dating me? Was he just waiting for her to break up with her boyfriend? Was I just the bed warmer? “Good for you, guys. I hope you two have a long and happy life together.”
He laughs. I can’t believe he laughs. I’m contemplating suicide and he’s laughing. “It’s not serious. It’s really casual. We don’t want to get too attached to each other. I’m moving in a week, remember?”
No, I do not remember. He never did give me a date as to when he was coming. And what does he mean be “we?” Is he saying that he would have considered getting serious with her if he weren’t moving? Which makes me now wonder about our whole relationship. Did he sleep with other girls when we were together and tell them that we weren’t serious, that we were only casual, because he was going to move?
If he cared about me, even a little, he would not have done this. He would not have started up with her. He would not have started up with anyone. He would not have made me an afterthought, an if-nothing-else-works-out-there’s-always-her kind of girl.
~Milkrun (Sarah Mlynowski)