Well, it’s Thanksgiving. So a reasonable place to start would probably be by telling you all the things I’m thankful for. That would be logical. This writing is not going to be based, however, on logic. This is a word jungle based on emotion.
I was recently told by a friend of mine that her boyfriend no longer makes her feel special. Doesn’t make her feel lovely. Doesn’t make her feel beautiful.
At that moment, in the most unselfish way, my heart broke a little bit. I felt a strange empathy towards the Grinch. Just as his heart grew three sizes that one fateful Christmas morning, mine too, throughout this clash of personal debate, has undergone some change.
Over the last several days, as I’ve tried to process the conversation, I’ve sought out other opinions. One young man wise beyond his years pointed out (and I think this a major part of the problem), that men are simply clueless. Even in a women’s mind when they are being straightforward and sending no mixed-signals or playing no games, men are still wandering around in the dark. And when women attempt to shine a light and explain once more, we, as men, are still searching amongst the dark shadows that are cast. I could go on, but in regard to… to, well, lots of things, I will end there.
True or False: There is absolutely no fathomable reason for a beautiful girl to ever feel like they are not loved to the fullest extent of a human heart. In the spirit of A Christmas Story, I triple-dog-dare you to say False.
So here is what I’ve come up with. First, the girl is drop-dead gorgeous. And I’m not limiting this description to only the exterior. This is an all-inclusive description. Her ability to laugh. Her effortless mastery of joy. Her impeccable style. Her ever contagious smile. All of these are beautiful traits in a woman. Traits which give a woman power to control who is allowed into her intimate life. (Please click and read the literature, “raw.” for accurate description of intimate in this setting! [thank you Clark Morgan]) I’m not saying that this means she should have special treatment, or that her heart should be instantly protected against wrongdoing. I’m just saying that she deserves an awesome guy. An awesome guy who makes her feel special every day. Screw birthdays, anniversary’s, and that one day that lands on February 14 of every year. I’m not even going to go into that day. It doesn’t deserve mention.
I could go on and on, and have, but I’m going to keep the rest of it in the archives. I guess the point I’d like to make is this: Guys, if you’ve found someone special, let them know that. A wise lady once told me, “If you can live without someone, then you probably should.” That was it. Pretty simple. On the other hand, though, if you can’t live without somebody, you better be sure that your actions make it so they won’t want to live without you.
In an unrelated story, yesterday was Wednesday. Free pie day at village inn. vi. Sounds disturbingly like an STD. Early digression. Let’s return to free pie. (isn’t America great!?) After much debate and serious internal struggle, I decided on the French silk. A la mode. What does that mean to you? To me, it means a chilled French chocolate silk slice of pie on a chilled plate served with a side of ice cream. Possibly with a chilled dessert fork.
Wrong. To the under-educated server, this addition of a la mode into the order meant a heated French chocolate silk slice of pie (also known as French chocolate soup with hardly distinguishable whipped cream and chocolate shavings) with a side of ice cream. I have nothing else to add. Well, except for this:
since when does a la mode mean 'heated'?
Conrad.
P.S. Thank you to those present on this fine Free Pie Wednesday. What a nice group of people you are!
Fantastic.
Amazing is what you are :) and you would not be half of that with out that wonderful lady you call mommy! never stop only yield once and awhile :)