Happy Sunday Night.

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photo by Laura at http://gumdroplane.blogspot.com/

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what kind of book I want to write. A few people have told me that I’m like the new Carrie Bradshaw. I think that’s rad and I would love to be the new Carrie Bradshaw if only for license to dress more creatively. However, I don’t know anything about relationships. Clearly. I’m at home on Valentine’s Day evening drinking a Manhattan and watching “The Simpsons.” Or as I call it, Sunday Night. The one time I had plans on Vday it wasn’t terribly fun. I sort of bullied the guy I was seeing into taking me out to a nice restaurant (because otherwise I don’t think he would have planned anything, probably just hanging out in front of the TV) and it was delicious food but looking back the whole thing was so forced. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take me out but it’s more like I so desperately wanted to feel like it was working. THIS is what couples do, right? They go out on Valentine’s Day, right? I drank a lot and we got home early and I probably ended the evening watching the 1:00 AM Oprah rerun. I bet it was good, too. The Oprah rerun. It was probably about how there are HUNDREDS of CHILD PREDATORS lurking in YOUR neighborhood. Lisa Ling investigates.

I can’t really offer relationship advice. A coworker asked me for some a few days ago. She was seeing this guy that she was off and on with for a while now. In the past he was not able to commit. Now he seems different. All I could tell her was that sometimes when we don’t know what to do or make of someone all we can go on is past behavior. You’re welcome to keep trying but the odds of it winding up differently than before are slim. I think it’s AA that has the saying that goes something like “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” I read this on the stall of the bathroom at acting class. BTW, thanks to the Lesly Kahn Institute for the travel coffee mug. I’m sure you didn’t intend for it to be used as a martini shaker but that’s what I did and it worked beautifully.

Anyway I think my point is that I can only offer my take on things and hope that you make the right decision for yourself. The worst thing though is that I can never take my own advice. I guess it’s like the shoemaker whose kids never have shoes or the therapist whose kids are the most screwed up of all, or something. That old thing. If you want a get a guy to like you or stay with you, I can’t help you there. But if you’re doing something and you need someone to take a look at it, I can step back, observe and say, “Hey, this is silly, friend” or “Maybe you should not do that” or “Try this” or “Yes, I believe we have that in a size 7, would you like to try it in red as well as black?” That last suggestion is what I would say if I were working at a shoe store. But I would never do that because I don’t like looking at feet. I also don’t like looking at close up photos of hair. Or touching the palms of hands. And I don’t want you to touch my palms either. It gives me the creepies. I can’t explain why. I can hold your hand though but only if I really like you. That’s very intimate. Why do you think The Beatles wrote an entire song about it?

Suicide Is Painless — The theme from MASH

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0 thoughts on “Happy Sunday Night.

  1. deromanticize

    I can't believe there's someone else out there who gets freaked out by holding hands.

    Props for giving honest advice. Don't be Carrie Bradshaw. In the end, it was still all about Big and she let herself shrink away into him. Be who you are- someone who doesn't take crap and gives honest observations.

  2. Anonymous

    There's nothing wrong with drinking a Manhattan on V-Day (Valentine's Day or Veterans Day). It is perhaps the most seriously romantic of cocktails. Dry, yet that lingering sweetness that reminds one that true love exists.

    And just fyi, Loudon Wainwright doesn't actually do the MASH theme; it's actually Johnny Mandel. But, Mr. Rufus's dad does appear in an episode I think from the 3rd season and sings a song called "O Tokyo." It's really good:
    http://www.bestcareanywhere.net/wavs/OTokyo.wav

    And can we all take a moment to raise our Manhattans in the passing of the MASH series finale being bested by that Super Bowl in most watched TV program ever. What is our country coming to?!

  3. apocalypstick

    OH SHOOT. For some reason this song was labeled with Loudon Wainwright. UGGH MY BAD EVERYONE. I didn't think it was him, I can't believe I let that slip by!

  4. Paige

    Almie! You probably don't remember me (I was a couple grades younger at Archer), but your blog is AMAZING. The only way I'm surviving the torture of my ex-fling's NEW (homely) fling is by re-reading your 'why are you so ugly' post. Seriously, keep it up. Can't wait for your book.

  5. Jodi

    i agree the simpsons make an awesome vday, or any day haha
    im a having a photo contest you might be interested in 🙂 all you have to do is submit a pic and story of your favorite adventure and you can win a fisheye camera, shirt, ring, and book! check it out at http://tinyurl.com/ydl7zbz

  6. Sinnicism

    Maybe couples that go out on valentine's day are only doing it because they think that they're supposed to. Maybe everyone is just faking it one day a year because they just don't have it the other 364? Maybe?

    I definitely think booze and the Simpsons is preferable to going out and pretending to be happy with some guy because he decided to be nice to you for once. You're fine 🙂