dear peter.

mister pan,

i’ve always found your storyline amusing…but even as a little girl i was frustrated with your inability to grow up, leave neverland, and love wendy (and NOT like a mother).

as a (still little and arguably wiser) adult, i find your refusal of maturity downright irritating (albeit charming..and whimsical). you remind me of just about every guy i’ve ever dated. a discerning fact that is painfully obvious by my ex-boyfriend’s facebook posts (i’ve removed him from my feed at least 5 times. facebook, please stop changing your settings on a weekly basis). i try not to be judgmental, i really do…but if you’re over 30 and posting about getting wasted every weekend and acting like a frat boy, i don’t think you sound cool. i think you sound pathetic. and because i once dated you i start questioning my own judgement.

…but then i realize, i grew up. i outgrew you. you were a phase.

over it,
great white buffalo.

guys who don’t grow up can be fun…but they can’t (usually) be ‘the one.’

the ex loved a good time. but he seemed so lost and had never been serious about a career. he had several low-level jobs since i’d known him. life wass one big party. he was unreliable (and that’s putting it mildly). the only kind of follow-through he knew about involved his golf swing.

is it that difficult to achieve a healthy balance between work & play, seriousness & silliness?

don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with having fun. no woman (that i know) wants to be with someone who is perpetually uptight. but when fun-loving & lighthearted cross over into unreliable & irresponsible, the teeter-totter lands on the ground with a painful thud. and the girlfriend is the one left with bruises (or depleted bank account, in this instance).

in the movie version of ‘peter pan,’ the iconic man-child tells his new lady friend, “forget about them, wendy. forget them all, and come with me where you’ll never, never have to worry about grown-up things again.”

truth be told, despite the fact that she didn’t end up submitting to peter, wendy was too much of a pushover for me to identify with anyway. i much prefer tiger lily. she’s stubborn, she’s adventurous, she’s loyal, and she dances!

my advice: if a charming, fun-loving man-child says something like the above to you, think twice about becoming a resident of never-neverland. i will admit that (at the time) the departure of my ex was a devastating heartbreak, but looking back now all i think is ‘AMEN! there IS a reason for everything.’

it’s six years later and the aforementioned ex hasn’t grown up a bit…although i think he is beginning to grow out…of his hair. (smirk)

you ain’t never had a (girl)friend like me.

happy 2013! the highlight of my past year was bonding with magical dolphins on a trip to commemorate my baba. i forgot the dolphin’s name so i have been affectionately referring to her as: tuna. quite a catchy name for my mammal pal, in my opinion.

my hunky boyfriend and i had the pleasure of cuddling with these loving creatures on a recent vacation. which brought me to the conclusion that i definitely need a pet dolphin…

aside from the time spent in the water with my new best friends, i particularly enjoyed the moment when i overheard the following conversation.

adorable little girl (to her parents while looking through photos from people playing with the dolphins): she looks like princess jasmine!
me (to my hunk): is she talking about ME?!
my hunk: of course she is.
and I’ve been reminding him ever since.
“she said i look like princess jasmine” has been repeated countless times since. no time for modesty!

which is why it was especially funny the other day when my boyfriend said something about an ex-girlfriend and i told him it wasn’t my fault his dating history read like a line-up of the seven dwarves:
lazy
crazy
ditzy
mousey
trampy
psycho
clingy

my point is: he ain’t never had a (girl)friend like me (hair flip).

i mean, we can’t all be princesses.