A GUY'S RESPONSE TO BRIDGET JONES...
It is a gorgeous day in Downtown Sacramento. False Spring. Sunlight, a light breeze carrying blossoms into slow descents. I have an illness in the background occasionally tugging at my shirt sleeves, but felt it would be more beneficial to get out into the sunlight instead of lie around in my room.
I watched Bridget Jones Diary last night. For those of you unfamiliar with the movie--(and it is a *movie* as opposed to a *film*, very formula driven, but done well)--it is about a single 32 year old woman and her quest for a decent boyfriend. It is my understanding a lot of single women in their thirties have watched this movie and have related to it. I am certain in number of men in their thirties can relate as well because I am one of them.
Anyone whos been reading this knows the basics: I just turned 35 and have not had a girlfriend in over a year and a half. The basic problem I have is that I dont make much money ($12 an hour at my last temping assignment, that is very little here in California). With women my age, their biological clock isnt just ticking, its making that buzzing sound a bomb does right before it explodes. When a woman my age gets into a relationship, its got to be with someone who makes enough money to support the both of them when the inevitable baby is conceived. Guys working temporary assignments at $12 do not fit into this plan. So, lets look at women say ten years younger than I am. Their biological clocks are ticking, but in a much calmer fashion--(by the way, Id have no problem settling down with someone and starting a family). Nonetheless, it has become apparent to me that women in their 20s dont really know what they want or maybe because their bio clocks arent so dominant, they are less willing to settle down. Also, although I appear to be in my mid-twenties, I am ten years past that. There is a big different in the frame of reference of someone born in the sixties with someone born in the seventies.
I know there is someone out there who would appreciate me, I mean, I have a lot to offer *someone*, and that is partially why I could relate to Bridget Jones. Shes smart, shes funny, and shes attractive, all traits I possess, (the last one only when I allow people to see it, you guarded people out there know what I mean). I give up looking, though. Even hanging out with someone once who you appreciate (Lauren) is just depressing when they decide they have no interest in seeing you again. I am not going to have any feelings for anyone whatsoever until I am certain they have some for me. And if I have them, I am very very good at concealing my true feelings from people, I just need to utilize that skill. I get my hopes up with people and when it falls to shit as it usually does, I get really depressed and thats no good. I dont know why I believe in love, anyways, Im a hard core realist for fucks sake! Maybe I just need to focus on things that are beautiful or maybe I just feel the need to focus on things that are unattainable, who knows
It is a gorgeous day in Downtown Sacramento. False Spring. Sunlight, a light breeze carrying blossoms into slow descents. I have an illness in the background occasionally tugging at my shirt sleeves, but felt it would be more beneficial to get out into the sunlight instead of lie around in my room.
I watched Bridget Jones Diary last night. For those of you unfamiliar with the movie--(and it is a *movie* as opposed to a *film*, very formula driven, but done well)--it is about a single 32 year old woman and her quest for a decent boyfriend. It is my understanding a lot of single women in their thirties have watched this movie and have related to it. I am certain in number of men in their thirties can relate as well because I am one of them.
Anyone whos been reading this knows the basics: I just turned 35 and have not had a girlfriend in over a year and a half. The basic problem I have is that I dont make much money ($12 an hour at my last temping assignment, that is very little here in California). With women my age, their biological clock isnt just ticking, its making that buzzing sound a bomb does right before it explodes. When a woman my age gets into a relationship, its got to be with someone who makes enough money to support the both of them when the inevitable baby is conceived. Guys working temporary assignments at $12 do not fit into this plan. So, lets look at women say ten years younger than I am. Their biological clocks are ticking, but in a much calmer fashion--(by the way, Id have no problem settling down with someone and starting a family). Nonetheless, it has become apparent to me that women in their 20s dont really know what they want or maybe because their bio clocks arent so dominant, they are less willing to settle down. Also, although I appear to be in my mid-twenties, I am ten years past that. There is a big different in the frame of reference of someone born in the sixties with someone born in the seventies.
I know there is someone out there who would appreciate me, I mean, I have a lot to offer *someone*, and that is partially why I could relate to Bridget Jones. Shes smart, shes funny, and shes attractive, all traits I possess, (the last one only when I allow people to see it, you guarded people out there know what I mean). I give up looking, though. Even hanging out with someone once who you appreciate (Lauren) is just depressing when they decide they have no interest in seeing you again. I am not going to have any feelings for anyone whatsoever until I am certain they have some for me. And if I have them, I am very very good at concealing my true feelings from people, I just need to utilize that skill. I get my hopes up with people and when it falls to shit as it usually does, I get really depressed and thats no good. I dont know why I believe in love, anyways, Im a hard core realist for fucks sake! Maybe I just need to focus on things that are beautiful or maybe I just feel the need to focus on things that are unattainable, who knows