31 July 2008
Do you have the time to listen to me rhyme?
Current mood: surprised
Forgive me if I stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.
~ "For You I Will" by Teddy Geiger
The message below is not a social commentary – nor is it an all-purpose First Date guide! Management accepts no responsibility for the consequences if anyone chooses to take this as advice.
If you trust the advertising industry – the way to a woman's heart is through expensive jewelry, a new car wrapped in a Giant Bow, a romantic candlelight dinner, or with a sugary-sweet Hallmark card! I acknowledge that those things are nice and I wouldn't mind receiving any of them from a non-stalker. I enjoy receiving nice things. Everyone does – as long as there is not a feeling of obligatory reciprocation. My affection, however, is not won through displays such as these.
My perfect first date is not an expensive restaurant and flowers. My perfect first date is a light dinner somewhere – then a trip to an office supply store, like Office Depot or Staples. And I want to be able to walk up and down EVERY aisle – so I can look at all the pens and notebooks and folders and Post-It Notes – and if he is feeling very sweet, he can surprise me at a later date with a new notepad or some Post-its. Or even a colored Sharpie. I LOVE office supply stores. I like how clean they smell and how everything is organized, while the associates leave me alone to browse.
After our little shopping trip, it'd be great to play mini golf or go bowling or go to an arcade where I can win tickets to buy silly prizes. I am perfectly content paying my own way – so it isn't that I expect him to pay for everything – or anything really. I am a terrible, non-competitive bowler and mini-golfer, which is why I love playing those games. I do not expect to do well and can just have fun. I am pretty high-strung (really, I am . . . though it must be hard to believe). My type-A personality practically disappears when I am able to be silly and just have fun.
And – when I don't feel on the spot or pressured, I am actually fun to be with. Plus, I am much more comfortable spending time with someone when I can laugh and enjoy being in the moment – and what a nice moment that would be.
PERSONAL NOTE: "Google her!" -- Best part of my day was that story. Nicely done, my friend.
EXTRA: My friend, John, left this comment on myspace re: this blog:
Based on the information you've shared, I can see your personal ad now
SWF seeks M who enjoys non-athletic sporting events; must be willing to gaze longingly at office supplies; spending money is optional; text messaging is required