Thursday, August 22, 2013

the problem

The problem was that she could fall in love with anybody that she wanted to. She could just look at someone and suddenly love them. Sometimes it was the way the back of a head looked, or the in-between color of a passerby’s skin, or someone’s work ethic. Other times it was the sound of someone clearing their throat, a sound which she had always found annoying until she woke up one morning and just decided to be in love with it. The worst was when she would tell me that she loved someone because they loved her first. “Why do you love him?” I would ask over a cup of coffee that had gone cold, only half-amused with whomever had been cursed as the object of her affection for the day. She would cock her head to the side and smile, shamelessly flirting with her eyes. “Because he loved me first. That's why.” 

Monday, August 12, 2013

monday musings

"Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness."

http://www.mythirdculture.com/you-should-date-an-illiterate-girl-charles-warnke/