i used to love climbing trees, i was such a tomboy... always with scraped up knees and holes in my jeans. i was the youthful equivalent of a monkey... constantly upside down, building tree forts, running amuk (as it were) and engaging in general tomfoolery (isn't that such a great word btw?).
so it's fitting now, in my later years of ladylike behavior (guffaw) that i analogize dating tall men with climbing trees. i'm sorry but i'm TALL. on a good day i'm almost 5'10" and in 87% of the shoes that i own, i'm 6 feet tall. so if you aren't at LEAST six feet tall, it's just not going to work... it's not. there will be no romance, i will never imagine you scooping me up by the back pockets of my jeans and slamming me up against a wall (overshare perhaps?? bygones), and i will not be made to feel petite and protected. because really, even at glamazon height, we want to feel protected.
so last night i had a first date with an actual tree, and it felt great to walk down the sidewalk arm in arm, with my shoulders and neck comfortably fitting into the nook like i belonged there. i... LOVED... it. dinner was quite lovely, we ate at the rocking horse cafe in chelsea, really interesting and well done upscale mexican food... and just about the strongest margarita i've ever had. they had pear, so of course i ordered the pear. but really, a pear (or the essence of pear in the case of this margarita) did nothing to mask the taste of tequila, so really it was like drinking one nonstop frozen shot of cuervo. and you know what? i loved every minute of it.
i'm off in search of coffee (or as one friend mocks, how can i possibly be searching for it if there's a starbucks on every corner), and tomorrow remind me to talk about my obsession with babywipes. i don't want to forget.
carry on...
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You are way funny :) Just letting you know....
I'm jealous of your dateableness. Not as in "I wish I were single", but as in "I wish I would have dated". Honestly...I don't think I've ever been asked out on a proper date. Unless Homecoming counts.
i wouldn't bother too much with that jealousy thing karen... dating, for the most part, is not all shiny and fun.
leigh... thanks honey. :)
Still....enjoy this time in your life. Once you find "the one", there won't be any more first dates....or first kisses (which are THE best, depending on the partner).
meh... i disagree. first kisses are usually drunk, first sex is always awkward. that shit gets better with time, and you just have to make it interesting from then out... which means that potentially every date can be a first date, without all the awkwardness of getting to know someone initially. the idea of "the one" is way too limiting for me - such pressure to set for a person to meet every single expectation you have! from day to day i feel like i'm several different people, so to expect to have one person fulfill all my hopes and dreams is unrealistic and kind of unfair, i'd say. there's this ani difranco quote that goes:
"there's a crowd of people harbored in everyone / so many roles we all play / you've decided to love me for eternity / i'm still deciding who i want to be today."
i know i'll end up with someone who feels the same way, who wears as many hats as i do, and whose hats hopefully will match mine, at least some of the time!
tara, you're great, and every guy you go out with is a better person for having met you.
i'm going to have to agree with A on this one... shocking. ;)
While I feel like an asshole for some reason, I still stand to reason that (at least all of MY) first kisses are amazing. Lucky me, I guess.
K, you're not an asshole. You're a vagina, which is wayyyy better. :)
Ok, I'm kidding! I get you.
But, the only time I ever thought a first kiss was great is if it ever amounted to anything. Otherwise, it kinda gets lost in the pile. Knowwhatimean?
P.S. K, Since you haven't dated that much, I would say that most of your first kisses did turn into something special. And, in that case the reflection on the first time you touched lips with someone you are now in love with is a special moment. But only retrospectively.
Not the case for moi. There have only been two in a crowd of many and the first one didn't count - even if I did marry him.
I'm glad somebody gets me.
Not that I had any intention of using Tara's blog for my relationship forum, I even have memories of amazing first kisses with guys that turned out to be complete dildos.
I guess it's all what you make of it.
no really.. pretend like i'm not even here... it's cool.
Okay then ... I LOVE first kisses, they tend to be the only kind I ever have (unless you count that 4 year mishap). And really, I think most often that the second and third ones are going to just go downhill from there, and so I prevent them from happening ... by never returning calls, and daydreaming about that great moment until the next one happens. Except now that I'm 28, that "moment" usually lasts till morning ... making it even more likely I'll never return calls. Or get them in the first place, for that matter. (;
My new boss is almost 7 feet tall... and hott with two T's. I was talking to him the other day and it was all I could do not to say, "I just wanna climb you like a tree!"
I'm 5' 4". I'll bet you can actually see the stage at a concert. Me... not so much.
Oh, btw... my date tonight -- maybe 5'9" (sigh)... but adorable nonetheless.
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