gee - We haven't talked in a while, but I feel comfortable completely going out on a limb and saying I'm interested in you. Since I work in movies I have to plan out my life in advance which means we don't get that cute awkward - lets randomly hang out stage. Maybe the best stage since somewhere in between dates 3 and 9 a couple of people are getting luckyyyyy.
Anyways. Working in film normally means if you're not married by now, if you date in the industry odds are pretty high two words are in your near future. Set hook ups (GOOD!) and Divorce (PRICEY!) so take from that what you will. Personally I've never been involved in people in entertainment, although thats slowly changing. My last three romantic interests were - follow along, a Radiologist, A nurse, and a Dentist.
Obviously the medical field isn't my thing so I'm moving on, and part of growing up is learning that people you knew back in college, who you get in touch with again are MUCH better than you remember them. Well some, the distant ones you didn't get drunk with enough and get shot down by. Herein - my situation.
Its a simple situation of interest and not so much love, or like in this case. I find (Name withheld for hopeful dating potential) attractive, smart, funny, and pretty grounded. Which is good because she has at least four traits there that I don't have. Also she writes, works, and occassionally laughs at my jokes. She answers my stupid questions with not so stupid answers and I find said answers cute. These examples don't cry out, man, ditch the career, get to (City withheld, but I'm sure you can guess it) and tell her how you FEEL. We'll the first thing is I don't know how I FEEL. its been a while since we hung out, although that shouldn't be taken as a negative, and two, any conversation inherently goes into the planning stage, which I hate, I'm pretty sure she hates, and my mom would love, which means I hate it.
Editors note (Dear name withheld girl, if you're reading this, please A - trust in God that I'm a better writer than I'm showing here, and B - don't jump the shark in regards to interest. Consider my like to be like the Jonas Brothers, mass produced, marketed, and totally blown out of proportion).
Sound familiar? Welcome to Modern Romance. Where we choose our careers before our spouse and our spouse is supposed to COMPLEMENT our career. There's something unnerving about that, should I find a nice box of chocolates to go with my dozen white roses of a job? Luckily - regardless of what happens with my future love life, I haven't done that here. She's funny and interesting to talk to - bonus, especially being a writer - and I'm not rushing out to buy a ring - negative, impulse blog readers who demand a happy ending.
So where does it stand? When I go home (IF, more than when) I'll take her out for a delicious night of ice cream and chatting. Ice cream, because its delicious, and talking, because its a welcome relief to here about someone talk about stuff that doesn't involve budgets, blowjobs, San Diego, Producing above the line, or rewrites.
In the end Romance isn't really a choice. I don't have a clue what will happen, and that's not to say I EXPECT something to happen. Of course part of me wants it. Whenever you say (or type) the words you're cute, i'm interested in you, or 'I want to hold you hand' or ' I love your smile' you want that person to feel the same way, and if they do, you want it to progress. But that's not always what happens. I don't know what tomorrow brings let alone next month, and I don't expect someone to plan that far ahead. I just expect someone, when they feel it, to like me for me. And luckily whoever likes me will understand love more from a Stevie Wonder type of love song and less a Miley Cyrus type of love song.
After all it shouldn't be that hard, right?
Right?
Fuck....
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