No Poisoned Needles for Me
For some reason, yesterday I had conversations that were relatively similar: one at work, and the other at home. The conversation at home was when the new Scope commercial came on (the one where the girl gets on the bus and smiles at the boy at the back of the bus, and fireworks start going off around his head and continue going off even when she gets closer.) Jessica kind of laughed and told me when that commercial came one while she was at home, her dad looked at her brother and said "Philip, that doesn't really happen." The second conversation occurred at work where one of my co-workers has decided that she is going to continues to travel to different places because she is determined that she is going to find the man of her dreams by some strange coincidence, like missing a plane or bumping into him on a train or stepping on his toe in line to get a ticket to go parachuting or something wildly outrageous like that. My co-worker is determined that her future love is going to be love-at-first-sight. She also decided that I should travel to lots of new places for the same reason.
Fifteen years ago, I would have said, "Great! That's awesome! Of course I'm going to meet my prince charming in some romantic way that I will be the envy of all my friends and so that my children will want to hear the story every night before they fall asleep." But that was fifteen years ago, or there abouts. And I realized yesterday that I want something different. Not to say that if something magical, love-at-first-sight, fireworks-go-off sort of thing does happen, I'll just brush it away. I'd take it and hopefully it would develop into something more. But I realized yesterday that I'd rather have a warm blanket, or a cozy fire over fireworks any day.
I would rather have someone that just makes me smile just by walking in the room. Someone that when I see them, I want to walk up to them and hold their hand or snuggle up to them, with no explanation needed. Someone that it's hard to stay mad at, not to say that I probably won't get mad at them at times. Someone that just makes you feel comfortable about who you are.
Sparks fade. There are days that I don't look good...at all...especially in the morning. There are days that I want to wear my pajamas all day long and not wash yesterday's make-up off my face even though the mascara is giving me 2-inches circles under my eyes. Fireworks probably will not be going off around his head on those days. But to be comfortable with someone means that those days are okay. Those days mean that I like you enough to truly be who I am.
So no, I don't really want to be the girl on the bus in the Scope commercial. I don't really want to be Sleeping Beauty and wait for my prince to come rescue me...well, okay, that whole getting stuck by a poisoned needle kind of did that in for me. I want the person that will wrap me in his arms and let me know that everything is okay. Like a big fluffy blanket in front of a fireplace when it's snowing outside.
posted by melissa at 4:51 PM
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