sex is not the enemy
we all know the basic rules when it comes to dating. let a man chase you. be yourself. never try to impress a guy, even if all it takes is big boobs, a revealing dress, a little knowledge about soccer and an high tolerance for beer. don’t wait by the phone, ever. when a man says he’ll call, what he really means is ‘goodbye’.
so why when we’re single, we seem to forget it all? we spend our friday nights sitting by the phone waiting for some guy to call, an ashtray full of cigarette butts and an empty ice-cream cartoon by our side. and the guy's not even prince charming, just some random guy we met the previous night at the bar. someone who didn’t even look all that good and didn’t have anything interesting to say in the first place.
i’ve spent most of last week trying to cheer lola up. she was upset because ditto guy didn’t get in touch with her after their brief encounter. i didn’t even know what to tell her, because i’ve never been the kind of girl who waits by the phone and pines over a guy - and that’s not because the guys always called when they said they would, but because i’ve never been around to wait.
friends are not there to give good pieces of advice or to remind you of the basic rules of dating anyway. friends are there to keep your glass full of vodka, to hand you tissues and to remind you what an asshole the guy was in the first place.
too many girls have the perfect life. they land the perfect job, they get the perfect apartment with the perfect view. they have the perfect friends. they wear the perfect shoes and carry the perfect handbags. but they still pine over the perfect man who hasn’t come yet.
i might not have it all perfect, but i’m enjoying my life as it is. i have a good job, good friends, a nice apartement. i have a closet full of beautiful clothes and shoes. while the perfect man comes and finds me, i’m out there having fun with the beautiful people. what if the closest i get to a relationship is friendship and sex? it might not be perfect, but it keeps me happy and warm.
so why when we’re single, we seem to forget it all? we spend our friday nights sitting by the phone waiting for some guy to call, an ashtray full of cigarette butts and an empty ice-cream cartoon by our side. and the guy's not even prince charming, just some random guy we met the previous night at the bar. someone who didn’t even look all that good and didn’t have anything interesting to say in the first place.
i’ve spent most of last week trying to cheer lola up. she was upset because ditto guy didn’t get in touch with her after their brief encounter. i didn’t even know what to tell her, because i’ve never been the kind of girl who waits by the phone and pines over a guy - and that’s not because the guys always called when they said they would, but because i’ve never been around to wait.
friends are not there to give good pieces of advice or to remind you of the basic rules of dating anyway. friends are there to keep your glass full of vodka, to hand you tissues and to remind you what an asshole the guy was in the first place.
too many girls have the perfect life. they land the perfect job, they get the perfect apartment with the perfect view. they have the perfect friends. they wear the perfect shoes and carry the perfect handbags. but they still pine over the perfect man who hasn’t come yet.
i might not have it all perfect, but i’m enjoying my life as it is. i have a good job, good friends, a nice apartement. i have a closet full of beautiful clothes and shoes. while the perfect man comes and finds me, i’m out there having fun with the beautiful people. what if the closest i get to a relationship is friendship and sex? it might not be perfect, but it keeps me happy and warm.