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trust creates peace.

…says my yogi tea this morning.

and i agree.

at the risk of sounding like a broken record, i haven’t ever felt this ‘at peace’ – and not in the creepy/dead way. just happy. so so SO happy.

glad i never ever settled.

thankful i trusted the universe.

and i swoon over the message that my boyfriend sent to my bestie: The way I love my girlfriend should replace all definitions in every dictionary, descriptions in every novel & examples in religious writing.

*swoon, swoon, SWOON*

..and while i know there is no such thing as ‘perfect’ – to me, he is. perfect for me, anyway.

we will return to our regularly programmed snark & sass soon. stay tuned….

Posted on by shirindawna

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.

Posted on by shirindawna

i’m old-fashioned.

i think people are often surprised to discover just how old-fashioned i am. it might be because i’m mouthy, outgoing, and a probably a little too sassy.

my friends recently pointed out that i would’ve been better off dating in the 1800s. that might be true.

i’m a sucker for love letters and flowers. in a pinch, i’ll take long emails and champagne truffles, but the former is preferred.

i don’t think it’s appropriate (or necessary) for girls to pursue boys.
i don’t like the thought of having to make the initial form of communication – i think a man should act as such.
if a guy gives me his card, i’ll either give it back to him or throw it away.

…even if i’m interested.

i know it seems extreme, but any guy that isn’t able to pursue me appropriately (MY version of appropriate) probably isn’t going to be able to deal with me long-term. so, it weeds out potential suitors that wouldn’t work out in the end anyway.

i don’t believe in playing hard to get. i am always real. and always honest. i just think that if a guy is truly interested, he’ll make that effort. and if he isn’t, someone else will be.

though my old-fashioned ideals have led me to a conundrum.

there’s a fine line between expressing interest and taking the reins (at least for an alpha like me).

as i explained to my pal yesterday: i think he’s just friendly.

i mean, i obviously want to express interest without pursuing. i’d like to let him know i’m receptive to him.

and his genitalia.