Yesterday my boytoy and I were out on the town, he hung back to let me walk through the sliding doors first. The girl behind the counter – because let’s face it that is our crazy night on the town – said, “what a gentleman”.
It seemed so insignificant, but it hit home like only Yadier Molina can…with a thump.
This post may come off as bragging to some, but it is more of a holla out to all my ladyfriends that you do not have to date jerks.
Don’t get me wrong….I think everyone should sprinkle in a total loser here and there. It makes you appreciate the future love of your life, and shows you how strong you really are. But mostly, it just makes for funny stories later.
You see, I have a little sister and she is swell. The first time I have to rush over with ice cream and watch her cry over some butt-face-boy will probably induce some sort of internal bleeding.
I can’t even fathom what that will be like with a daughter. But that pain is necessary.
As is being single. We’ve all known a serial monogamist, the person who needs another half like our fishies need that liquid blue stuff they float in. They jump from relationship to relationship and never discover who they truly are.
I learned more about myself in the year I lived by myself than I had in the oh twenty-vague-something years before that.
Heartache and loneliness are necessary evils. So you can find yourself, love yourself and then share that warm gooey feeling with someone else. Plus, now you appreciate them because you’ve dated mister I-think-it’s-hilarious-to-fart-in-your-face-in-public-because-I-am-cooler-than-you guy. Traumatized I tell ya.
Enough of the bad…on to the good.
I am sure most of you are over the cheesy goodness of my ode to Timbo. I’ll leave it at 20…although I could go on for days.
The moral of this story is that you all deserve a gentleman.
You can all find a gentleman, because they are still out there. Dating one is awesome, kind of like dating an alien really. And once you get your hands on one….don’t ever let him go.
To my baby Leika….please don’t ever get your heart-broken. I don’t want to go to jail. Smooches.
I love this post! Tim is so amazing, and I’m so happy that you are finally blogging!
Thanks Katie! I am glad she is blogging too. You should see how excited she is to get home to me…er her computer.
Oh my goodness….Tim beat me to a comment. Weird!
Thanks Katie boo….Im glad you are reading 🙂
So the moral of the story is ….. Are you the LUCKY one or is he!
that is indeed the question 🙂
What a beautiful tribute to your sista.
I am really enjoying your blog. I had a gentleman and there is nothing like it, and I know he will send me another when I’m ready. I am so happy that your happy. Tim is a great guy.
Awwww thanks Julie! Thank you for reading! And yes, there is a great man out there waiting for you. Just gotta get through the rain right now. Love ya
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Wow – I just found your blog through a mention on YHL 🙂 And this post hits home. Thanks for that.
Hi Rebecca! Thanks for visiting….we all have to date a couple jerks to get to the right guy. But man why does it have to suck so bad while you are dating the jerks 🙂
I wish I knew! 🙂
Then YOU could write a book! I bet it would be a best seller…and I would totally come to your book signing too 🙂
Love this post, so very true. After being the girl who dated a few buttheads- I know what true gentleman are now.
Yea, and you get mad that you wasted your time with them….but then think, “they showed me everything I DON’T want in a guy” and they help you really appreciate the good guys 😉
Glad you liked it Tricia!!!
Love this. 🙂
Me too…well I love him at least haha!