only in Vegas
there are times when someone does something or says something that reconfirms everything you hold true.
maybe it's not that serious, but it's close. i've made some bad calls with men and i have based dating choices off of very flimsy evidence. this one, however...i swear...is different. maybe the most important factor is that i'm not dating him. were i on the prowl and would i think i had half a chance of having him look my way, i'd be white on rice with that shit.
anyway, i've dated men because they can recite The Princess Bride or because they love Fight Club. now, these are good gauges, but by no means should they be the actual litmus test...as i have recently and repeatedly discovered. the thing is that everyone knows The Princess Bride; maybe not all of the words, but what's not to love? even if you didn't care too much for Fight Club, everyone knows that it's one of the cinematic tenets for coolness of our generation. so, really, where's the challenge? the things that really are the test of compatibility for a relationship, be it romantic or platonic, is the obscure.
all i have are two words: Danger Mouse.
roughly 95% of the time, when i mention it, i'm met with blank stares and furrowed brows. today was different. he knew. not only did he know, but he'd seen it and dug it. i haven't met anyone who remembers that shit. i fucking dig that. obviously, there's more to him than Danger Mouse, but what a good look.
Vegas. the man is Vegas. you never know what you're going to get when you're with him. sometimes you'll break the house and spend the evening bathing in Krug's Clos du Mesnil and eating strawberries. other times you'll be turning over the deed to your house and car as your kids pack to go live with grandma. there's just no telling with him. most of the time, it's very cool. even when he's being a dick, it's entertaining. though his mouth does get him into trouble and i don't talk to him for much of the day. Vegas.
Danger Mouse is just one thing in a laundry list of things we have in common and that i like about him. the man is just a well of fascinating idiosyncrasies. along with the perpetual delight i take in him, he makes me laugh. my God, he makes me laugh...even when he's driving me crazy. i can't count how many times he's had me doubled over and crying with laughter.
he's moving at the end of the month and, although he can grate my nerves, i'm mostly sad about that. well, that's not totally true. i'll be moving where he's going in a year or two and i go there all of the time anyway. i'm just going to miss the everyday things. i'll miss going out and seeing him or coming to work eagerly braced for a day of sparring. i worry that in time he'll be lost to me. i worry that i've made no lasting impression and was "cool enough" to hang out with while here, but not enough to breach the outer wall. i worry that he'll forget me.
at least, for 6 full months, i laughed harder and more often than i have in two years. there's something familiar about him. there's something fundamentally soothing about him. i've felt more like myself when i'm around him than i have in the entire time i've lived here. so, i guess, even if i lose it, at least i had it.
"so shines a good deed in a weary world."
maybe it's not that serious, but it's close. i've made some bad calls with men and i have based dating choices off of very flimsy evidence. this one, however...i swear...is different. maybe the most important factor is that i'm not dating him. were i on the prowl and would i think i had half a chance of having him look my way, i'd be white on rice with that shit.
anyway, i've dated men because they can recite The Princess Bride or because they love Fight Club. now, these are good gauges, but by no means should they be the actual litmus test...as i have recently and repeatedly discovered. the thing is that everyone knows The Princess Bride; maybe not all of the words, but what's not to love? even if you didn't care too much for Fight Club, everyone knows that it's one of the cinematic tenets for coolness of our generation. so, really, where's the challenge? the things that really are the test of compatibility for a relationship, be it romantic or platonic, is the obscure.
all i have are two words: Danger Mouse.
roughly 95% of the time, when i mention it, i'm met with blank stares and furrowed brows. today was different. he knew. not only did he know, but he'd seen it and dug it. i haven't met anyone who remembers that shit. i fucking dig that. obviously, there's more to him than Danger Mouse, but what a good look.
Vegas. the man is Vegas. you never know what you're going to get when you're with him. sometimes you'll break the house and spend the evening bathing in Krug's Clos du Mesnil and eating strawberries. other times you'll be turning over the deed to your house and car as your kids pack to go live with grandma. there's just no telling with him. most of the time, it's very cool. even when he's being a dick, it's entertaining. though his mouth does get him into trouble and i don't talk to him for much of the day. Vegas.
Danger Mouse is just one thing in a laundry list of things we have in common and that i like about him. the man is just a well of fascinating idiosyncrasies. along with the perpetual delight i take in him, he makes me laugh. my God, he makes me laugh...even when he's driving me crazy. i can't count how many times he's had me doubled over and crying with laughter.
he's moving at the end of the month and, although he can grate my nerves, i'm mostly sad about that. well, that's not totally true. i'll be moving where he's going in a year or two and i go there all of the time anyway. i'm just going to miss the everyday things. i'll miss going out and seeing him or coming to work eagerly braced for a day of sparring. i worry that in time he'll be lost to me. i worry that i've made no lasting impression and was "cool enough" to hang out with while here, but not enough to breach the outer wall. i worry that he'll forget me.
at least, for 6 full months, i laughed harder and more often than i have in two years. there's something familiar about him. there's something fundamentally soothing about him. i've felt more like myself when i'm around him than i have in the entire time i've lived here. so, i guess, even if i lose it, at least i had it.
"so shines a good deed in a weary world."
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