That that don't kill me
I’m done with the protected posts for at least another few hours. Everything is fine, I just needed to rant a little bit over that thing where Kyle doesn’t like to talk on the phone (a truth that only emerges when he’s been bad about talking on the phone). Then, I needed to post a follow up which involves about the sweeteset e-mail I’ve gotten in a while. Now, I’m mentally reflecting on whether or not a “And they lived happily ever after” at the end of Romantic Comedies might teach boys that we really mean for them to act like our knight in shining armor even after they get some play. But everytime I try to word it, it hurts the feminist in me. I guess, I just think that the funeral for romance is the harbringer of death in a relationship. I know that things get hard… and I’m fine with that, I think it makes the romance more sweet. I just also know that everyone observing it from the outside knows Joe and I broke up because there was no romance between us. On either side. And I don’t want that to happen with Kyle. He’s about the most like my dad that I’ve ever met. And I know for a fact that my mom still gets flowers just because sometimes and that my dad still tells her she’s beautiful and all of these other things. I made the decision a year ago that I wasn’t going to settle for a friendship in the form of a relationship.
I want a million roses and a marching band.