[D., YOU my fine, young friend with the raging hormones, are prohibited from leaving any revelatory comments. You know too much about me, damnit! ;)]
Ever, on a whim, flipped through past emails? Well, I did just that tonight, and stumbled across some very interesting – and potentially damaging – emails that I’ve either received or sent out in the past. Since emails are, essentially, a virtual snapshot of whatever might be going on in that particular time frame, my flipping through email archives was nothing short of a stroll down memory lane, to say the least.
Of particular interest was one email I stumbled across that I’d sent someone, my female-version-of-Obama friend, who’s every bit as charismatic and ambitious as the aforementioned senator. She laughs at me all the time and that essentially makes me snap out of whoever it is I might’ve been hung over. But anyway, here’s the email in its entirety, and verbatim:
“But here's a tidbit for you - I suspect I might actually love someone.
Wait, before you laugh out loud, hear me out:
I hate her. Let me rephrase that - I try to find reasons to hate her, all the time. And I'm always unsuccessful, all the time. I try not to think about her but I do, all the time. And we don't really talk no more. I feel like a klutz when we meet up, and I catch that twinge in my gut if someone so much as mentions her name.
And I can't believe it that me, Dee, typically stone-cold, am flustered by this little girl. I'll be damned.”
I’ve more or less snapped out of that girl’s spell now, but that email got me thinking and by George, as a middle-aged White-boy would say, I solved one of my 99 problems today! Allow me to explain.
I was sooo connected to this girl that any other girl that came soon after simply couldn’t compare. I kept searching for signs of any of her qualities in subsequent girlfriends, if that makes any sense, and that meant I never let myself give any of these other girls a chance. In short, I was looking for another girl like her. Big, big mistake.
But then today, after I read and re-read what I’d written I figured it all out:
I like Mitsubishis, particularly the Evo. But then again, I also like the STi and the 350Z. [Trust me to use vehicular examples to drive my point across, eh, V^6?] Now, all these 3 Japanese terrors are comparable in price, performance and street-cred, give or take, but they’re all very different; they each have their own ‘personality,’ per se, but I like all of them. Whichever one of those cars I might have I’d thoroughly enjoy, no doubt.
In the same way, just because this one girl was so mesmerizing doesn’t mean no one else can tickle my fancy, knowwhati’msayin’? There’s always someone out there who’s more or less the same or even better, and that’s the truth. She's probably met someone better than I already, which isn’t a tall order, so why was I even trippin’?
Latest obsession, here I come!