Love and the City
i said i wasn’t gonna do resolutions but i lied. one of them involves making more of an effort to find love. it’s hard to admit, allow the vulnerability. i am a tough gal, proudly independent. i do not stake my identity, happiness and self-worth on whether or not i’m married or in a relationship. but alas, i still want to find a partner in crime. and ideally someone whose genetic material i wouldn’t mind perpetuating.
so i am out there, open of heart. doing things differently to try to meet new people. of course, everyone has a goddamned opinion about the quest…
“when you stop looking is when you’ll meet someone.”
“you’ll meet ‘him’ when you least expect it.”
“maybe you’re being too picky… maybe you need to be open to different kinds of men than you’re looking at right now.”
i say that with love … i’m glad my friends and family care. and hey what the hell maybe someone DOES actually have an original idea that does not involve me taking salsa lessons or trying online dating for the gazillionth time.
yet, at times it’s nice to have a pal throw up her hands in empathy and admit i’m f-ed. makes me feel like slightly less of a chump. thanks, laurs! you made my day!
Hey Col! I’ve been thinking about your quest to find love in NYC. I dunno. That city is all power-relationships and crazy & unfulfillable romance. I think you go to NYC to find drugs and herpes. Maybe a good restaurant. Love? Can you get that in Manhattan? The Bronx? Park Slope? Fucking hipsters suck the love out of the city….xoxo Laurie