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high fidelity, irony, and sun-daze.

i’ve been plagued with the sunday night blues for as long as i can recall. and i’ve written about it numerous times. even on the sunniest, happiest sunday it feels like monday starts on sunday. today is no exception.

the cure? a good book.

so, i leave you with a little high fidelity…and a little irony (for those that know the back-story):

“I’ve seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life…The men who can’t commit, who can’t say ‘I love you’ even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.”

incredible, indeed.

and a little sad…like a sunday.

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smarts are sexy.

as a self-proclaimed book nerd i am unable to date a guy who is unable to match wits or carry on a stimulating conversation.

even if a guy is drop-dead gorgeous ~ if he is unable to engage his brain, i’m immediately uninterested.

some girls are into cars, looks, money, or power, but for me ~ it’s alllll about the brains, baby.

since i started dating boys, i’ve had a vision of a guy that i could sit up with late at night and enjoy scintillating conversations. and that’s my #1 fantasy with my mr. forever. sure, i imagine exotic travels, a marriage, and maybe some littles…but none of those could happen if he wasn’t brainy. and when a boy can string together a sentence ~ i melt.

i was with a group of girls the other night and one of them was describing a male friend, as different girls floated in and out of the conversation they all asked the same thing ‘is he hot?’ whereas i asked ‘is he smart?’ ~ they all looked at me like i had 3 heads.

can you imagine how smart i’d be then?!

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hump day.

i was recently driving a rental car and pulled up next to my boy bestie. i was staring at him & smiling, but not waving. i knew he didn’t recognize me yet since i was in a random car. i watched him go into full flirt mode as he smiled at me and leaned back to puff out his manly chest then i watched the wave of recognition wash over him. it was a special moment to see him snap out of his ‘laying it on thick’ eyes and yell ‘oh shit!’

i love that he thought there’d be some girl trying to flirt on him prior to 9am. on a weekday.

he’s so cute.

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i guess he was right.

way back when, i dated this guy that said if i ever cut my hair, he’d break up with me. i thought this was stupid so i chopped off my ass length hair (to chin length – i was dumb & young) and never called him again.

well, i took my dog to a new groomer over the weekend. the groomer decided to take her liberties with my pup’s adorable mane and turned him into something i can’t even bear to look at.

when i went to go pick him up, there was a creepy little rat looking thing nuzzling my ankles. i wanted to nudge him away until the lady working said ‘aww, you’re excited to see mama!’ ummmmm, WHAT?! i did a double-take. this is MY dog?! no way. couldn’t be. but then upon closer inspection i realized the big puppy dog eyes looking up at me where, in fact, my little pirate’s. i quickly looked away and told myself i wouldn’t have a breakdown at the groomer’s. i slipped the leash on him and briskly walked out to my car with the new and NOT improved pirate trying to keep up. i called my best friend in a panic and tried to get her to agree to adopt him.

she asked for a photo.

i was too embarrassed to send her one…but figured maybe she liked rats and would take this one off my hands.

it was then that it clicked. if i have an ugly child, i won’t love it. i told her this. she insisted that i wouldn’t think my child was ugly.

i disagree.

i sent my bestie a photo of the damage. i haven’t heard from her since.

i finally get what that guy was talking about…i’ve had pirate for 5 years. and i love him like he was my own child…but during this hideous hair stage, i cringe each time he trots his happy little butt up to me.

my advice? think twice when your man doesn’t want you to chop off your hair. i have kept mine long ever since. although, that guy was junk and i’m glad to be rid of him, now that i’ve walked (from the groomer to my car) in his shoes, i finally understand his point of view.

i’m traumatized.

UPDATE: my friend has since called me back.
her: ooooh, poor pirate!
me: poor pirate?! poor ME! i’m the one who has to look at him.

he’s still prancing around thinking he’s the cutest thing on the planet because that’s what he’s been hearing for 5 years. it is no longer true.

at least temporarily.