There are two men in the world who really, really get me (as in, fundamentally understand what makes Katie tick) that are not related, married, engaged, or think I've completely lost my marbles. I don't try to please either of them, which is huge. I always feel like I can completely be myself when I'm with either one. One of them is about 65 years old and like a father figure to me. The other lives in Manhattan and will more than likely never be anything more to me than a very dear friend.
I have but one question to this... what the crap?? Which begs another question: how is it that I am a beautiful, talented, bright, young lady and there isn't anyone else out there with a Y chromosome who understands (or even wants to understand)? Again I say... what the crap?
I blame the Peter Pan phenomenon.
So, you're looking for a man, not a man-boy? Hm, good luck with that. :)
ReplyDeleteHa! I know, right?? It's like I'm living amongst an entire generation of guys who think that Wendy will always come visit them in Never-never land.
ReplyDeleteI am not an enabler. Climb the damn tree.