Friday, December 15, 2006
mewithoutyou
I need pop-punk and I need it now. I need a stiff drink. I need the beach, my bike, and the smell of the sea to fill my lungs and whip through my hair. I need a 4 hour nap and a late night picnic. I need something uncomplicated.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Firsts
I miss firsts. The first glance. The first time your eyes meet and you feel your heart jump into your throat like popcorn on a stove. You want to hold the glance forever, but it only lasts a moment. The first time you kiss and you can feel it in your toes. Your heart races and you can't help but wonder what you'll see if you open your eyes. The first time you see him from across the room and realize you feel safe.
I miss those firsts.
What happened to romance? What happened to persuit? Women deserve to be woed. We deserve to be cherished, loved and taken care of. We deserve to be fought for. We are prizes to be won. And, here is a novel concept men, we will respect you, love you, and respond to you when this happens. God designed it that way. He made us to be counterparts, like puzzle pieces. We are delicate and vulnerable...and by that I mean crazy, sometimes overly emotional, hyper-sensative beings. Men, please understand. We need you to be non-crazy for us. We need you to take care of us sometimes (feminists I don't want to hear it...deep down you know it's true). Sometimes we need you to fight the battles for us, to take charge and make things happen. Sometimes we need someone to pick up the slack. In a world where women can do anything a man can do, which is a total crock by the way, it comes down to this-we need you to rescue us...is there really harm in admitting it?
And for that matter, where have all the men gone. I say down with the metro-sexual. Men should have beards, and drink beer with the guys while watching basketball, and fix their cars on Saturday afternoon (unless they are otherwise woeing aformentioned women). Now I am NOT, I repeat not advocating men who do nothing but watch sports and drink. There is balance in all things fellas. What I am saying is when was it NOT ok for a guy to be a guy? Since when do they need to spend more time on their hair than us ladies do? Who decided that was attractive? I can understand and appreciate a man who is well-groomed and well-dressed. Every now and again a black dress shirt with a red tie is just necessary to the common good...and easy on the eyes (not gonna lie). Sometimes there is need for a great haircut and a shower. But there is something to be said about a man with grease on his shirt and a little sweat on the brow. When there is rescuing to be done, men may need to work up a bit of a sweat.
This was my argument at lunch today...being that I'm the only single one left in the office. I can still hope, dream, and romanticize about what's to come...more firsts, lots of seconds, and God-willing a TON of thirds:)
Waiting with expectation...
I miss those firsts.
What happened to romance? What happened to persuit? Women deserve to be woed. We deserve to be cherished, loved and taken care of. We deserve to be fought for. We are prizes to be won. And, here is a novel concept men, we will respect you, love you, and respond to you when this happens. God designed it that way. He made us to be counterparts, like puzzle pieces. We are delicate and vulnerable...and by that I mean crazy, sometimes overly emotional, hyper-sensative beings. Men, please understand. We need you to be non-crazy for us. We need you to take care of us sometimes (feminists I don't want to hear it...deep down you know it's true). Sometimes we need you to fight the battles for us, to take charge and make things happen. Sometimes we need someone to pick up the slack. In a world where women can do anything a man can do, which is a total crock by the way, it comes down to this-we need you to rescue us...is there really harm in admitting it?
And for that matter, where have all the men gone. I say down with the metro-sexual. Men should have beards, and drink beer with the guys while watching basketball, and fix their cars on Saturday afternoon (unless they are otherwise woeing aformentioned women). Now I am NOT, I repeat not advocating men who do nothing but watch sports and drink. There is balance in all things fellas. What I am saying is when was it NOT ok for a guy to be a guy? Since when do they need to spend more time on their hair than us ladies do? Who decided that was attractive? I can understand and appreciate a man who is well-groomed and well-dressed. Every now and again a black dress shirt with a red tie is just necessary to the common good...and easy on the eyes (not gonna lie). Sometimes there is need for a great haircut and a shower. But there is something to be said about a man with grease on his shirt and a little sweat on the brow. When there is rescuing to be done, men may need to work up a bit of a sweat.
This was my argument at lunch today...being that I'm the only single one left in the office. I can still hope, dream, and romanticize about what's to come...more firsts, lots of seconds, and God-willing a TON of thirds:)
Waiting with expectation...
Friday, December 08, 2006
Heros and such
Ben Andersen you are my hero! You have saved my ears from bordom. The Brand New Brand New is so delicious I think I might marry it and have it's babies. I'm having trouble getting over it...it's that good. The end.
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