There’s something about a bad breakup that sends me spiralling out of control into…..everything girly. I don’t know what it is. But I kind of like it. Instead of sitting in the shower bawling my eyes out, I’m painting my toenails a lovely shade of coral. Instead of drowning my sorrows in a glass of wine, I’m falling in love with love all over again with Nora Ephron films. Instead of listening to sappy love songs on repeat, I’m shopping for a sassy little pink dress. There is comfort and hope in beauty. And I’m damn well going to have my fill.
So. What do you say? Shall we cozy up here a while? Shall we eat macaroons and sip lemonade? Shall we read Bridget Jones’s Diary or Sense & Sensibility? Let’s.
Have I mentioned that the Boy is moving away? He’s in the Navy and they’ve posted him out East for the beginning of July. I think we’re both kind of torn up about it. And while I’ve known that this was coming for a while , I kept thinking, “Oh July is so far away, pshaw. There’s loads of time for the two of us.”
But it’s feeling real now. He’s making trips home to say goodbye to family and friends. He’s flying out to Nova Scotia to look for an apartment. Cutting loose ends. Prepping.
The good news is two-fold: we’ve decided to date at a distance, and that means I’m going to be visiting the East coast!
Tell me, have you ever dated someone at a distance? How did you guys make it work?
It’s about that time of year when everybody starts feeling a little blah. The weather is blah. Your motivation is blah. And even your wardrobe feels blah – you’re over the chunky knit sweater phase but it’s too cold to wear skirts and ballet flats.
What we need is a little somethin’ somethin’ to perk up our spirits. My suggestion? Romance. And I’m not talking about the kind that requires a beau.
I think we deserve our own kind of romance, don’t you? Let’s woo our fabulous selves by picking up posies for our abodes, lighting candles, dining out at that cute little bistro around the corner, reading the classics, listening to jazz, taking long hot bubble baths, enjoying a massage for a delicious hour and half, watching a Cary Grant film, savouring a piece of dark chocolate and rocking hot pink lipstick. What do you say? I’ve already booked a massage for this weekend and prettied up my coffee table with pink tulips.
With V-day right around the corner, the blogosphere is flooded with lovey dovey cards (these Kate Spade Be Mine e-cards are so fun!). It’s got me thinking about romance. What’s your definition of it?
I’m starting to realize that all the “I’ve been waiting for yous” and “You’re too beautiful for mes”, might have meant a great deal to me in the moment, but I’ve come to resent them now, after things haven’t worked out. Words are easy. All you have to do is have a thought, open your mouth and let it spill out.
But gestures have always meant more. It’s more work to drive across town to pick me up during a snowstorm so I don’t have to drive in it. It’s more work to hike up the stairs at 5 a.m. to kiss me goodbye before work. It’s more work to shovel the snow off my car in the morning. When it comes to romance, more walk, less talk please.