Was chatting to my flatmate about romance last night.
Why will the romantic stuff always eventually end in relationships? That's the best part, and it sucks donkey dick to know that all the little gestures people do for each other will fade away because one won't think it's necessary anymore.
And romance, by the way, isn't buying the person tons of shit or proclaiming their undying love from the rooftops. It's little messages, it's making a sandwich for someone and taking them to the park, it's picking the snot from their nose because it's stuck there, it's giving a shit.
Did it all disappear with the fucking digital age? Guys don't phone now, they SMS. It's very few and far between that chicks get flowers and love letters and cheesy crap, unless the bastard has done something wrong. There are the odd few who just do, I guess.
Fuck man, my dad wrote my mother telegraphs when she lived in London:
COOKS COME HOME. NOW. AM DYING WITHOUT YOU.
'Cooks', my mother, still has them stuck in her diary.
These days, it's:
Hi. Nt sure if u rem me. Sukt face at Manhunt l8te Friday. U'r hot. U wanna do sumthing sumtime?
Guys pulling out chairs for chicks and letting them walk through the door first. I know guys who don't do this. And it really turns me off. Just general fucking common courtesy when it comes to manners.
I've had a dude spit on the pavement in front of me, after buying me drink and mentioning something about snacking on my neck later on. Goodbye, Casanova. Not interested, you are revolting.
And oppositely, because its so fucking overboard:
Couples who call each other 'babe' the whole time. What's wrong with 'dude?'
Kidding. But this whole “I love you babe, oh babe, hello babe, babe I love calling you babe, babe.” I've mock charged at many a couples-event. Quietly administering a tactile behind the curtains.
Sometimes nothing makes freaking sense, and now I'm just helluva frustrated.