a little “rom-com” experiment…

so, i have now officially let myself be lured into the world of blogging…i wish i could explain it, but perhaps i’ve already repressed my reasoning in the time it took for me to find a password that wordpress deemed “strong enough”. which would be funny if it wasn’t a little sad…

for my first blog i thought i’d muse a little on the subject of men and women. i saw a “rom-com” today (is anyone else disturbed by this insane new trend to shorten everything to a laughable nickname??? the national geographic channel is now “nat geo”, the science fiction channel went from being “sci-fi” to the even less explicable “syfy”, and now we can’t even use the words “romantic comedy” anymore??? but i digress…)

so this particular movie got me thinking about whether or not men and women actually fall in love anymore…whether someone is straight, gay, bi, or simply “asexual” (as i’ve found some people actually are), do we fall in love with the traits that that other person posesses, or do we fall in love with the way they make us feel?

for instance, have you ever found yourself in a relationship and after months realized that you have no idea what color their eyes are? what their favorite book is? how they like their eggs? is it important to know these things at all? or do you love this person because they make you feel safe? loved? confident? satisfied? perhaps just simply comfortable? other than alone?

and how often do you find yourself pretending to be into something because this object of your desire is into the same thing? i cannot begin to tell you the amount of things i have COMPLETELY LIED about enjoying and/or caring about, simply to create a stronger bond with someone? why do we do these things? to have a better chance with someone? to get a foot in the door? and what happens when you have to finally admit that you don’t actually like kung fu movies or japanese animation?

of course, this is coming from a woman who actually ended a relationship once because of our inability to agree on where the ketchup should be placed in the refridgerator, so obviously the curtain of pretense does indeed come crashing down at some point…

i have also been inolved with men that i felt completely positive KNEW NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE ABOUT ME. but it just so happens i’m practically a professional girlfriend (that sounds bad…i don’t mean i get PAID or anything!) i’ve just become way too good at knowing exactly what “type” a guy is looking for and i am pretty damn good at becoming it…all the while, thinking in the back of my mind that they will dig a little deeper, look a little closer, at least question whether or not this person they are dating is pretending. but then, i am to blame for pretending in the first place, i suppose.

my eyes are blue. i have too many favorite books to count. i like my eggs scrambled with cheese. i don’t like kung fu movies OR japanese animation. and the KETCHUP GOES IN THE DOOR in that big open space next to all the other condiments where you retrieved it from sometime earlier in the day.

perhaps this is the beginning of a wonderful experiment… what will happen if i do not allow myself to tell a single lie to a single man for an entire year? anybody want to join in and compare notes?

it’s not like i could possibly make a bigger mess of my love life. it’s a scary thought, but brutal truth might be just what the doctor ordered. at the very least it should be entertaining…

i’ll keep you updated. =)

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