I have a confession to make. I don’t think my guy – the man I have pledged to spend the rest of my life with and the father of my future children – is my soulmate. I don’t mean that I have any doubts that he is absolutely the best man for me, or that I don’t feel grateful to have found him. Not at all. I’m quite certain that my guy is my One. It’s just that I don’t believe in the whole idea of soulmates.
Though I’ve never been a big fan of New Year’s Eve, I actually really like New Year’s Day. The idea of new beginnings, starting afresh and making changes makes me feel all clean, shiny and optimistic. For about a week. My record for sticking to those well-intentioned changes isn’t so hot. In fact, it is sort of abysmal.
Imagine if there were a service you could subscribe to which would filter out all of the pop-culture crap that annoys you most. I feel fairly confident that a great many people would happily pay a monthly fee to never have to be exposed to anything Kardashian
I have a confession to make. I don’t think my guy – the man I have pledged to spend the rest of my life with and the father of my future children – is my soul-mate. I don’t mean that I have any doubts that he is absolutely the best man for me, or that I don’t feel grateful to have found him. Not at all. I’m quite certain that my guy is my One. It’s just that I don’t believe in the who idea of soul-mates.
So what about you? If you could magically be transported back to the ‘you’ you were in high school and relive it, but without being any wiser or more prepared than you were then, and when you got back you’d remember it all and be 4 years older, would you do it? How much would it take to get you to relive high school?
Most women I know are not eager to share her number, and I’m no different, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m ashamed of it. Sure, there are guys I look back on with embarrassment, but I can’t say I look back with regret. As anyone who’s ever seen any time-travel movie knows, you can’t go back and change one thing without risking changing everything else (also time travel isn’t real, so it’s all a moot point anyway).
I know a lot of guys who really like the site hotchickwithdouchebags.com. And though I like the concept of the site, I’m not so sure about the execution. Yes, the guys in the photos on the site are all epically douchey, but I sort of feel like most the girls who are pictured with them, the supposed ‘hot’ ones, are actually the female version of the guys they are with. The guys are over-tanned, over-gelled and cheesy. The girls are over-tanned, over-implanted and cheesy. With a few exceptions, most of the couples featured on the site actually seem like a pretty good fit for each other.
Recently a high school friend texted me that I should check out the page of a fellow classmate (we’ll call him Guy). Guy was very popular and well-liked. Every girl had a crush on him. I know I did. He was a handsome, smart, awesome guy. We should have known he was gay. I guess he came out years ago. Cool. That’s not what got my friend’s attention. Guy was currently paying tribute on Facebook to all the men he’s ever loved, with accompanying pictures posted. It seemed to be Guy’s personal stroll down memory lane of the great loves of his life via Facebook. I guess it’s one thing to remain friend with your ex’s, but another thing entirely to catalog each of them, upload photos and link to their profiles. This seems a little scandalous, hence an old friend texting me to check out his profile.