I told my best friend the other day that up until about six months ago I didn’t realized that I was an intense little bunny. I always thought I was pretty low-key.
“Oh no, Darla,” she answered “you’re high maintenance.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” she continued “it’s just who you are.”
Uh-oh. Time to do the mortification dance:
* face-palm, face-palm, head-shake, shrug *
Repeat until laughter ensues.
“But that’s kinda good, right?” I ask, “Since, even though guys always say that they don’t like high maintenance women, that’s who they always end up with.”
“Um…well…” says Kristin, “that’s a different kind of high maintenance. That’s the girls that like to be pampered and taken care of…you’re emotionally high maintenance.”
Awwww Jeez! It just keeps getting better.
“Well, yeah, that’s true, I guess. I definitely want to be understood, and be allowed to express my emotions.”
“Most guys aren’t comfortable enough with emotions to handle that.”
“Most guys” Now that’s a caveat I can cleave to: most guys doesn’t mean all guys, and therefore intimates that there might be some guys that CAN handle who I am.)
Kristin verifies this concept. “Oh, yeah, definitely. It’s just not gonna be the average guy.”
Well, that’s okay, I never wanted the average guy anyway. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea…I mean, come on, purple hair and tattoos? That’s “interesting” on a twenty-four year old. On a fifty-four year old, it’s…even more “interesting”. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, and the average guy is not my cup of tea. So, maybe in my wanderings I’ll bump into that guy who’s strong enough and brave enough, and goofy enough to take on a girl like me…
Alright, line up, you Knights of Mirth and Mayhem, throw your’ hat into the ring for a chance to be my paramour. Just don’t think that it’s gonna be Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty that you’ll find yourself kissing…nope, I’m guessing, from what Kristin says, that you’re going to be faced with more of a “Kate” from “The Taming Of The Shrew”. (I am more of a laughing Kate than a shrewish Kate, though. I’m not very shrewish… am I? Kristin???)
Anyway, whether I find that next great love of my life or not, and whether he sticks when I do find him…I’m happy with myself, and I l
ike myself LOVE myself. I love my life, and I see years and years of happiness ahead of me, whether partnered or alone.
Just know, you deep, strong, gorgeous men out there, if you do choose to throw your lot in with me, you will have a glorious life. Intensity, you see, at least in me, brings vivacity, and laughter, a full life of great adventures, amazing revelations and lovely soulful talks late into the night. You will never be bored, you will often be challenged to be the better you, you will be happy. And, if you decide not to reveal yourself, oh well, what can I say? My life will be all of those things anyway, with or without you.
Alright then, gotta go. Time to go out and love the day!