Something Sweet
In a city of 8 million people, a person goes through his or her life, meeting so many. So many of them are, in a way, disposable. It's not a nice way of putting it, but you meet them, you shrug it off, and if you never saw them again it wouldn't make a bit of difference to you. But every once in a while, every so often, you'll meet somebody who actually does something for you. You'll meet somebody who actually makes you want to do something with your life, who makes you want to get off your ass and accomplish something that might impress the person next time you see them.
In this case, I'm talking, of course, about a nice girl. It is so hard to meet a nice girl in this city. A nice girl who doesn't have serious issues about her own self-image, who doesn't just want to use you for sex or emotional support, a nice girl who isn't so wrapped up in her career that she doesn't have time for friends or family. Just a nice girl, who has problems all her own and who is just trying to get through life like you are. A nice girl who can hold a conversation without boring you to death, who is funny, and interesting, and very cute.
You never know when or where you are going to find one, because they are a rare and beautiful bird. They come to rest every once in a while in a cherry tree, by a lake, or in a coffee shop. Bystanders will point them out from afar with their binoculars. "Look at the plummage!" they'll say. But before you know it, they'll fly away to put their dazzling spell on some other innocent sap. They are startled easily, so if you're going to attempt to talk to one you can't make loud sudden noises, use harsh language, or incredible sweeping gestures. You have to be dainty, like them, and coyly make their acquaintance without giving away that you are a preying cat of seduction.
It also helps if you have birdseed, a.k.a. money. But you can't just throw it at them and pretend like that's going to keep them in your company. How many birds do you know that like getting pelted with sunflower seeds? No, you just have to be able to provide it when necessary. So when she looks at you with her longing eyes, you can tell what she wants, and be able to say, "Yes, I was thinking the same thing. How about ice cream?"
These nice girls are out there. And fittingly enough, there are nice guys in here. To enjoy movies with, and the weather, and travel. Being a single nice guy in a big city, I often find myself living vicariously through my friends who are couples. I think to myself, "awww" they are so great. I am secretly jealous, and I wish I could have the same experiences now as my couple friends are having. Always having somebody to count on to do things with, who has the same interests, and who doesn't think you are crazy based on meeting you once.
But at the same time, I'm not ready for a relationship right now, because I'm too busy. I literally don't have time to care for a partner because I'm trying to survive and fend for myself, and also keep in good relations with all my family and friends, which is sometimes a full time job. If I had a partner, I would think I would not give her the time and credit which she would be desiring, which would leave the relationship feeling sour and ultimately tasteless.
Maybe that thought process would change, however, if I just met the right one.
My nice girl who would make everything sweet again.
In this case, I'm talking, of course, about a nice girl. It is so hard to meet a nice girl in this city. A nice girl who doesn't have serious issues about her own self-image, who doesn't just want to use you for sex or emotional support, a nice girl who isn't so wrapped up in her career that she doesn't have time for friends or family. Just a nice girl, who has problems all her own and who is just trying to get through life like you are. A nice girl who can hold a conversation without boring you to death, who is funny, and interesting, and very cute.
You never know when or where you are going to find one, because they are a rare and beautiful bird. They come to rest every once in a while in a cherry tree, by a lake, or in a coffee shop. Bystanders will point them out from afar with their binoculars. "Look at the plummage!" they'll say. But before you know it, they'll fly away to put their dazzling spell on some other innocent sap. They are startled easily, so if you're going to attempt to talk to one you can't make loud sudden noises, use harsh language, or incredible sweeping gestures. You have to be dainty, like them, and coyly make their acquaintance without giving away that you are a preying cat of seduction.
It also helps if you have birdseed, a.k.a. money. But you can't just throw it at them and pretend like that's going to keep them in your company. How many birds do you know that like getting pelted with sunflower seeds? No, you just have to be able to provide it when necessary. So when she looks at you with her longing eyes, you can tell what she wants, and be able to say, "Yes, I was thinking the same thing. How about ice cream?"
These nice girls are out there. And fittingly enough, there are nice guys in here. To enjoy movies with, and the weather, and travel. Being a single nice guy in a big city, I often find myself living vicariously through my friends who are couples. I think to myself, "awww" they are so great. I am secretly jealous, and I wish I could have the same experiences now as my couple friends are having. Always having somebody to count on to do things with, who has the same interests, and who doesn't think you are crazy based on meeting you once.
But at the same time, I'm not ready for a relationship right now, because I'm too busy. I literally don't have time to care for a partner because I'm trying to survive and fend for myself, and also keep in good relations with all my family and friends, which is sometimes a full time job. If I had a partner, I would think I would not give her the time and credit which she would be desiring, which would leave the relationship feeling sour and ultimately tasteless.
Maybe that thought process would change, however, if I just met the right one.
My nice girl who would make everything sweet again.
posted by Leland J. Fischer at 1:03 AM
