It’s 1:30 in the morning. I’m onto possibly my 600th cigarette for the day. I can’t sleep. I’m turning slowly into a facebook, alcoholic, cigarette addicted fiend.
My mind is going round and round in circles. Thinking.
Perfect vs perfect. The perfect person vs the perfect relationship.
So Mr Potential Perfect is truly everything text book perfect. He’s intelligent, well-read, sophisticated (to a certain degree), well-spoken, charming, loving, accepting, understanding, good looking, gets on extremely well with my parents who absolutely adore him, is from a good background, well-educated..and the list, goes on.
BUT. (This is beginning to sound vaguely familiar). With girls, there’s always a but.
Is it the perfect relationship?
He talks about things that are foreign to me, and I don’t seem to be able to contribute to. He knows things that I can’t spar with him about. I’ve never been out with somebody who was more intellectual than me. And I suppose that scares me. I don’t know why he likes me. And I don’t know if I bore him. I don’t know if we ‘click.’
I enjoy talking about dreams, hopes, fears, passion… where our lives will take us, growing and understanding each other, talking about the soul, God, the metaphysical. He doesn’t know if he has a soul.
So what is the perfect relationship?
I suppose I always imagined that from Day One, we’d just click automatically.
Gawd. I really got to stop posting such depressing posts.
i love that there are things my beloved knows which i have no clue about. Trust me, when the Clash appears on MTV for the 300th time in a year and I still ask him what the title of the song is (even if it’s his 300th repetition), i never feel smaller or slighter than he. There is comfort in learning and being learned from (i’m still convincing him that tripe is a food group). A comeback in a “perfect” relationship is not a prerequisite. He likes you ‘cos you’re you, not some girl with a great knowledge of all things he covets. NooOOOooOOO!!! xx