I won't say that I hate dating. It is just alien to everything in the world that I like and always ends horribly for me, like how it ends for a portly mouse when it decides to take a stroll through a hungry cat parade.
I actually fell in love with the house for other rooms beyond the kitchen:
I don't mind being single. There is only one thing that bothers me.
Anyway, it is court-ordered that I not cook. I have already burned down an apartment complex and a 6000 square foot house (two separate fires). Everybody just be cool. I need to get back to my story. (For the record, don't try throwing a bucket of water on a grease fire...it will cause the fire to spread to 35 apartments).
So, I still needed to find a date, but I do have standards.
My heart is the most sad looking thing in the history of sad looking things.
Anyway, I don't regret any past relationships. Not at all. It just makes me not want to have anymore. I think my insides are made of steel now. It has a cold, metal feel to it but that is a warm feeling, so I am good. There's also a part of me that wants to save mice.
So I called up someone who I knew would be willing to go with me. He came and picked me up so I could go and see "The Lorax."
We arrived at Movie Town early enough to get great seats.
Since it was the middle of the week, there were actually some seats available and when you are 5 foot tall like I am, that makes great movie watching as there aren't a lot of tall heads poking about. There I sat, nestled in my comfy seat in the popcorn stadium when in walks an 8 foot man-giant. Where do you think man-giant decided to sit? Of course, right in front of me. He just sat there, taunting me with his powers of tallness.
canweputyourheadinabucketuntilthemovieisover.com." Instead, I just stood on my tiptoes and peered over his shoulder like a good little short person. I decided not to bring him down with any rude remarks. It wasn't his fault that he was tall or surpassingly wrong for sitting in front of me.
I really enjoyed the movie. Without giving away too much of the plot, it is basically about how we need to be careful that while in the process of creating our own utopia we don't destroy people, places or things around us in the process. It is a little more to it than that, but I did like the overall message. It also made me laugh, which is something I like to do.
There was no point in hurting him. He knew he was tall. I know I am short. We really should have worked that one out before hand. I could have said something rude to him and brought him down a few notches, maybe self-absorb the powers of my shortness, but I didn't.
I don't want for my life to be a world of gloom in a few years and wonder what I could have done differently in the past and why didn't I do it. Of course, by then it would be too late. The time to act is now.
Being kind to the tall man was a small seed, but it was a seed, still. Ideally, I would like to have taken an axe and chopped a few feet off of him, but that would have only served a temporary purpose for my movie watching experience and not long term for either of us. Does that make any sense?
Shouldn't we preserve each other and build each other up instead of tearing down, like trees?
One day, however, I am going to hear the man of my dreams say those three beautiful words I have been longing to hear for a long, long time.
Now, I have to go because my kids are in the kitchen screaming for food like they have never eaten a meal before.