Bikini Wax Romance

Why is it that we always want the people we can’t have, and the people that want us are the ones we don’t want???

When I was 16, I learned to be indifferent. I could only go through so many teenage, ‘ga-ga’ crushes before I realized it would be a lot less painful to turn my heart to stone.

I would honestly rather have a Brazilian bikini wax every day for the rest of my life, and give birth to a half-a-dozen children (while getting said bikini wax)–than have a broken heart.

Physical pain is fleeting, but your heart takes time to heal…

So since this adolescent revelation, I have probably told my mother about 2 boys I have liked–one much more recent than the other.

And telling my mother is a big step because telling my mother will most definitely incite endless phone calls that begin with the usual small talk between mothers and daughters–but will inevitably lead to the question, ‘So, have you heard from ‘HIM’ lately?’

And then of course, if I haven’t, I have to relive the irritation, humiliation, pain, etc. that resulted from his failure to call me or return my call.

It is so much easier to remain indifferent than to care. But then of course, when I’m with the guy towards whom I REALLY am indifferent, all I can think about is the vanishing ‘HIM.’ So it’s not really fair to either of us.

What does it say about me as a person if someone is making love to me, but in my mind, I am making love to someone else?

I despise the notion of fairytale romance, even though deep down, that is what every girl wants. I’m not looking for a ‘nice’ guy, and don’t particularly care if I find ANY guy at this point.

I’m happy being single.

Unless ‘HE’ calls, in which case, I’ll turn and run!