So as you know-I’ve got two pots bubbling on the stove now, potential-husbands-wise (Mystere and another guy it is pointless to talk about). Now my mom and dad have shoved a third one on-I’m actually semi-crushy on this one.
Okay, so I’ll admit that I like Mystere quite a bit. But for all the wrong wrong WRONG reasons. Mainly because he looks like he stepped off the cover of Indian GQ or something. Krishna the boy is gorgeous. The truth is that Mystere hasn’t said or done anything that is cause for concern but I can’t help feeling that I don’t deserve a guy that good-looking (not in the sense that I am ugly but…I don’t know…I feel like what’s going to happen after I have a baby and trying to hold on to a GQ-model?? I can’t fucking keep this up forever) and in any case, he is very clubrat and psychotically social. And I am…you know…NOT. At least he hasn’t hit me with a “u” yet.
Remember last year’s doctorate? Not the one I went out with…but the one I GAVE UP to go out with the one I went out with? Ha! My parents have somehow gotten in communicado with someone almost exactly like him-the guy is truly gorgeous (not as much as Mystere, but who compares to Mystere? He is definitely incredibly attractive), VERY close in hottness to Last Year’s Ph.d (band name!) and such a freaking intellectual!!! I’m way more pepped about him than Mystere because it looks like there’s more personality compatibility. I’m trying not to be so judgey about Mystere but his distressed jeans really do me in.
Anyway, I woke up today feeling like 2008 is definitely my year. Why? Because the last 50 people I’ve interacted with have asked me if I was a student at CalTech or UCLA. I’m aging but clearly I’m holding up well. In fact, I’ve been feeling downright sexy recently-like I’m kind of a cougar who looks like a kitten or something. Of course, Mentos and Princess are still somewhat the flies in my ointment, accusing me left and right of sauntering around looking like I’m nipping out of the office for a quickie at the Standard, teasing me about dressing nice at the office and losing weight but I’m blowing off their annoyingness.
Something is in the air, I can smell it. I think I’m going to get engaged next year because Ganpati would not grant me the ability to skinny down to fit in the Bebe tunic and keep my face if not to snag a man or an armadillo or entrance to bidness school or SOMETHING.
Also, I’ve decided to believe that something is going to happen, just like that moment in time during my graduation when I decided to wish really really hard for a job and then I got an offer 20 minutes after I walked the stage. It’s because I was born under a lucky star, or I think because I can make things happen by thinking them.
November 23, 2007 at 9:05 pm
I am feeling pretty optimistic about 2008 for you. Seriously.
And Mystere? Is indeed, HOT. And I am holding out hope that his mama raised him right.
P.S. I realize this is linking to my wordpress blog, but it is such a pain logging in and out and in and out when I am working on something over there. My apologies to those in advance who do not give a rat’s butt about searching for gluten-free restaurants.
November 23, 2007 at 9:06 pm
LOL…speaking of which…this is the website for the foodie site I’ve set up.
http://www.in5to15.wordpress.com
I am going to be working on it this weekend-shall I link you off this one and that one as well??
November 23, 2007 at 9:07 pm
Oops, meant to add that your concerns/thoughts about a guy loving your body post-baby are RIGHT ON. It is a true consideration. When you have a baby, the last thing you need is to feel uncomfortable with extra pounds. I will say that my own husband does appreciate that I have at least tried to keep myself up.
November 23, 2007 at 9:10 pm
I expressed that concern to my parents too. Like “I know I got my body down to the so-called perfect size right now but you do realise that things are going to change after I have a kid, right?” Not that I am going to affirmatively let myself go-but things change. My boobs are already experiencing gravity-what about post-breastfeeding some dork’s chance at posterity??
My parents agreed that marrying someone who just wants me for the way I look would be a bad idea. That’s why I need that year or so post-meeting to makeup my mind about their character.
Also, you keep yourself looking nice on a daily basis way more than I do and you have 2 kids. Cripes, I’m such a slob. I know I’m going to have to change that habit eventually. I still don’t have the energy to put on makeup every day but I have forced myself to wear decent outfits (skirt and button down shirt) to work every single day. It helps in making me feel good about myself.