Taxi!
In one episode of Sex and The City, Samantha compares men to taxis (cabs) - whether they decide to marry a girl has nothing to do with the girl, and more to do with timing - whether they are ready or not. When men are ready, they turn their taxi light on, and BOOM, they marry the next girl they meet. It's all down to dumb luck.
I'm thinking the scriptwriters might have a point.
Right now, I semi fancy one of my housemate's friends. One very shockingly rude colleague of his. This was the boy, who after 5 days' of acquaintance on my recent ski trip (and 2 brief encounters before that), declared exasperatedly (of me): "This girl will never find a man! Or even if she manages to find someone to marry her, she'll divorce within three years, max!"
I'm still reeling from the shock of it - how rude! why did he say that? what is the basis for his comment?!
And yet, I'm vastly amused by it all. True, I bitch about it to my friends - all the girls are shocked and think he is extremely rude, and most of them say they would be very angry, deeply offended, and probably never want to see the guy again - but I'm not really angry. I bitch about it mainly because of the fun of the shock factor. Although I'm shocked, I'm more annoyed than offended (I think he misunderstood my anyway), and I definitely still quite like him (as a person, less as a romantic interest).
Another housemate asked me: why do you still like this guy even though he insulted you?
I thought about it.
Firstly, I think he's misguided and completely off the mark, so I'm not the least bit hurt/offended. Also, I'm not sure he's entirely serious about it - maybe, like I do sometimes, he's just making hyperbolic provocative comments for the sake of conversation/interest. Maybe it's because I like the challenge. Most of the time, I have/give a lot of attitude, but unfortunately most guys don't rise to the challenge (pun intended). That he challenges me - although not in the direct way, by giving me attitude right back, which would be my preference - is very refreshing. I have a high tolerance for rudeness anyway, having hung around with boys in my early childhood, and through having a very rude baby cousin brother.
On one hand, I think all the above factors are valid..
But I'm not sure they entirely explain my strange attraction to him.
I suspect that the real reason, or at least a big part of it, is dumb luck - a pure timing issue. A few months ago, just as I decided that I had to forget Cavé, and everyone knows that the best way to forget one guy is to find a new guy to fancy/obsess over, I met this boy for the second time, gleaned enough about him to know that he ticked enough boxes to pass the dating test, and determined: this is the boy, should the opportunity present itself.
It did. We went on this ski trip, crucially, at a time when I was angry at Cavé and had decided not just to forget him, but to stop being his friend (I'm angry with him because he was rude to me a couple of times and I'm fed up with his inexplicable mood swings, over-sensitivity and unnecessary abuse).
And BOOM, I'm strangely fond of this new boy, which is normal enough since I'm quite an affectionate person, but that I'm actually willing to go out with him for a short/medium term, despite his rudeness, even though I don't know much about him/his personality at all since he's quite laconic, and he's not good looking (and I'm a pretty superficial girl), is more surprising.
It definitely seems like I woke up one day, and said: okay, girl, go for it! and turned on my "available" light.
"Taxi!"
I'm thinking the scriptwriters might have a point.
Right now, I semi fancy one of my housemate's friends. One very shockingly rude colleague of his. This was the boy, who after 5 days' of acquaintance on my recent ski trip (and 2 brief encounters before that), declared exasperatedly (of me): "This girl will never find a man! Or even if she manages to find someone to marry her, she'll divorce within three years, max!"
I'm still reeling from the shock of it - how rude! why did he say that? what is the basis for his comment?!
And yet, I'm vastly amused by it all. True, I bitch about it to my friends - all the girls are shocked and think he is extremely rude, and most of them say they would be very angry, deeply offended, and probably never want to see the guy again - but I'm not really angry. I bitch about it mainly because of the fun of the shock factor. Although I'm shocked, I'm more annoyed than offended (I think he misunderstood my anyway), and I definitely still quite like him (as a person, less as a romantic interest).
Another housemate asked me: why do you still like this guy even though he insulted you?
I thought about it.
Firstly, I think he's misguided and completely off the mark, so I'm not the least bit hurt/offended. Also, I'm not sure he's entirely serious about it - maybe, like I do sometimes, he's just making hyperbolic provocative comments for the sake of conversation/interest. Maybe it's because I like the challenge. Most of the time, I have/give a lot of attitude, but unfortunately most guys don't rise to the challenge (pun intended). That he challenges me - although not in the direct way, by giving me attitude right back, which would be my preference - is very refreshing. I have a high tolerance for rudeness anyway, having hung around with boys in my early childhood, and through having a very rude baby cousin brother.
On one hand, I think all the above factors are valid..
But I'm not sure they entirely explain my strange attraction to him.
I suspect that the real reason, or at least a big part of it, is dumb luck - a pure timing issue. A few months ago, just as I decided that I had to forget Cavé, and everyone knows that the best way to forget one guy is to find a new guy to fancy/obsess over, I met this boy for the second time, gleaned enough about him to know that he ticked enough boxes to pass the dating test, and determined: this is the boy, should the opportunity present itself.
It did. We went on this ski trip, crucially, at a time when I was angry at Cavé and had decided not just to forget him, but to stop being his friend (I'm angry with him because he was rude to me a couple of times and I'm fed up with his inexplicable mood swings, over-sensitivity and unnecessary abuse).
And BOOM, I'm strangely fond of this new boy, which is normal enough since I'm quite an affectionate person, but that I'm actually willing to go out with him for a short/medium term, despite his rudeness, even though I don't know much about him/his personality at all since he's quite laconic, and he's not good looking (and I'm a pretty superficial girl), is more surprising.
It definitely seems like I woke up one day, and said: okay, girl, go for it! and turned on my "available" light.
"Taxi!"
1 Comments:
Sometimes, I guess a challenge seems like a very tempting thing... to win over, to capture, to conquer.. haha..
hmm...
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city_walker, at 5:07 AM
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