Oops I did it again...
Both CK and Julietisbleeding got me thinking, in their brutally honest discussions about their past relationships (I quote: "I'm more predisposed to sluts than saints"!), about the 'types' of people I have dated. To be honest, I can't say that I go for a particular type; in fact near on every guy I've been out with has been completely different.
According to my friends, a key phrase of mine on describing a new boyfriend is "There's something about him". This *something* normally includes some kind of issue. Let's not go into specifics here, but for a slight clue upon mention of anything to do with a mental institution my family burst into fits of laughter and cry, "Don't let her within a mile radius!".
I've always had this fairytale image of some kind of My Best Friend's Wedding scenario (equally, There's Something About Mary applies here). I don't want to go out with just any old random. I want it to be someone I've known all my life, have always got on with but never realised that spark was there.
Unfortunately, one gets to the point where all the males in one's life have been 'utilised', either by oneself or by one's friends (which invariably takes them out of the equation completely). So with an idealistic desire to fall for a friend who's always been there, and an address book full of contacts with whom either you or one of your friends has been there, this fairytale kind of withers away!
So you're left with the option of dating complete randoms that you have to 'get to know'. This means that you come across some very strange types indeed. You also have to endure nights sitting in a pub with boring bastards who talk about how "Everyone slates Sports Science degrees, but it's actually a really difficult subject", or other similar sources of absolute boredom. God, life's a bitch.
So what do I go and do? I get myself roped into 2 new dates. At the very least, it'll provide new fuel for Love Is A Cunt posting material. Watch this space.
According to my friends, a key phrase of mine on describing a new boyfriend is "There's something about him". This *something* normally includes some kind of issue. Let's not go into specifics here, but for a slight clue upon mention of anything to do with a mental institution my family burst into fits of laughter and cry, "Don't let her within a mile radius!".
I've always had this fairytale image of some kind of My Best Friend's Wedding scenario (equally, There's Something About Mary applies here). I don't want to go out with just any old random. I want it to be someone I've known all my life, have always got on with but never realised that spark was there.
Unfortunately, one gets to the point where all the males in one's life have been 'utilised', either by oneself or by one's friends (which invariably takes them out of the equation completely). So with an idealistic desire to fall for a friend who's always been there, and an address book full of contacts with whom either you or one of your friends has been there, this fairytale kind of withers away!
So you're left with the option of dating complete randoms that you have to 'get to know'. This means that you come across some very strange types indeed. You also have to endure nights sitting in a pub with boring bastards who talk about how "Everyone slates Sports Science degrees, but it's actually a really difficult subject", or other similar sources of absolute boredom. God, life's a bitch.
So what do I go and do? I get myself roped into 2 new dates. At the very least, it'll provide new fuel for Love Is A Cunt posting material. Watch this space.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 7:21 pm
I think dating is precarious at the best of times, but I actually enjoy people and getting to know them. Though whoever said "Everyone slates Sports Science degrees, but it's actually a really difficult subject," is a total cunt, not least because Sports Science (though it may well be difficult) is a worthless degree in nothingness.
Wow, you really love that fact don't you..!