'Tis the season for cocktails, festivals, get-togethers, soirees, and parties. So far, every invitation I've received this holiday season has included the dreaded "Plus One." I'm sure I can ask around and find some fine, outstanding gentlemen who will attend these functions with me. But I think that it sure would be nice to not have to ask around...it would be nice to know who the frig that "Plus One" person is, all of the time.
Because I'm feeling blah and bah humbug-ish today, here's a quote from Neil Gaiman:
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Blah, blah, blah...I think I may swing by the mall and buy myself some Godiva. Chocolate truffles ALWAYS make a lady feel better! Or, better yet, I could buy some new shoes... :)
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