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Sep. 28th, 2004 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
i_kenderSaturday was lots of fun... Naomi and I just had time for dinner before Rob spintrian turned up, with his friends Robert and Vicky in tow. Many bottles of wine later, we were laughing uproariously. Vicky asked to move in. I said yes. The music was loud enough for me to worry about disturbing the Brazilians. Well, I did ask them to join us, but they hid in their room. Fair enough.
Later, we drank every drop of alcohol in the house. Including the nasty Martini Rosso. With orange juice. In a pint glass. Well... when I say ‘we’, of course what I really mean is me.
I don’t remember how the night ended.
Sunday was even more fun... Rob and Naomi had stayed over. We made pancakes (which took forever because the mixture kept going wrong) with banana and Nutella filling... mmm... and then I made a roast dinner, with vague success. While it was cooking, Naomi watched the OC, then we all watched Smallville and commented on it, then we semi-watched Stargate because none of us particularly like it. Then dinner.
I felt really sad when Naomi left. As I told her, I felt like I’d hardly seen her even though she’d been here all weekend. But I’m guessing that’s just an indication of missing her, and I would’ve felt that in any case. Sometimes it irritates me that most of my friends live Elsewhere.
And then I got a text from my favourite cousin Nawaf, who is a pilot for Gulf Air, telling me he was coming over for a 24 hour block. That was Monday... we spent the day together in Uxbridge mooching around a mall, and then came back to mine. I persuaded Sophie not to run and hide in her room, and the three of us sat and drank beer and talked about past relationships, the perpetual battle of the sexes, Bahrain, the excellent social life enjoyed by cabin crew and pilots, and other things. Nawaf made us both laugh by describing his latest stalker...
Nawaf: I dropped her home. She said, do you want to have sex? And I told her sure I’ll have sex with you, but I’m not going to call you tomorrow. And she said yes you will. I told her, no I won’t! She said I know you like me. Actually, I don’t...
Very funny. Never underestimate the human capacity for blind stupidity in the face of all reason. Women like him because he’s so honest and direct. He always tells them straight up where he stands. It’s one of the things they (and I) admire in him.
He got a cab at midnight because he had to fly at eight in the morning. Sophie and I stayed up talking in the garden till two thirty. (So much for our early night!) We were talking about love. She was saying how she wouldn’t mind someone slightly boring and safe rather than a grand passion that is unpredictable and could burn out and go horribly wrong. I was arguing with surprising passion that for idealists and romantics like ourselves life should never be dull and predictable and safe, and that particularly when it comes to love, you should reach for the unattainable ideal even if it swims just out of reach. Never surrender, never compromise, never give up when it comes to love. It’s got to be perfect. I told her, I would rather spend the rest of my life seeking someone who is perfect and wonderful in every respect and be disappointed that I hadn’t found them by the time I’d died, than to settle for someone lesser, and know that I had settled, and die wondering whether I had made a horrible mistake in the area that matters the most...
Like I said, I’m a hopeless romantic. And yes, I understand perfectly that everyone goes through periods when they’ve been burned by love, and therefore some kind of relationship that seems safe and lacking in passion and predictable can be very tempting. Because at least you know that you’re not going to be hurt. But I’ve wasted years in relationships like that, and I can safely say it’s not worth it, it doesn’t work and sometimes you can end up getting hurt anyway. So if that’s the case why not get emotionally ravaged by someone amazing and terrifying rather than someone who wears slippers and pyjamas with sheep on them to bed?
Although that is terrifying in itself.
Anyone inclined to disagree?
Later, we drank every drop of alcohol in the house. Including the nasty Martini Rosso. With orange juice. In a pint glass. Well... when I say ‘we’, of course what I really mean is me.
I don’t remember how the night ended.
Sunday was even more fun... Rob and Naomi had stayed over. We made pancakes (which took forever because the mixture kept going wrong) with banana and Nutella filling... mmm... and then I made a roast dinner, with vague success. While it was cooking, Naomi watched the OC, then we all watched Smallville and commented on it, then we semi-watched Stargate because none of us particularly like it. Then dinner.
I felt really sad when Naomi left. As I told her, I felt like I’d hardly seen her even though she’d been here all weekend. But I’m guessing that’s just an indication of missing her, and I would’ve felt that in any case. Sometimes it irritates me that most of my friends live Elsewhere.
And then I got a text from my favourite cousin Nawaf, who is a pilot for Gulf Air, telling me he was coming over for a 24 hour block. That was Monday... we spent the day together in Uxbridge mooching around a mall, and then came back to mine. I persuaded Sophie not to run and hide in her room, and the three of us sat and drank beer and talked about past relationships, the perpetual battle of the sexes, Bahrain, the excellent social life enjoyed by cabin crew and pilots, and other things. Nawaf made us both laugh by describing his latest stalker...
Nawaf: I dropped her home. She said, do you want to have sex? And I told her sure I’ll have sex with you, but I’m not going to call you tomorrow. And she said yes you will. I told her, no I won’t! She said I know you like me. Actually, I don’t...
Very funny. Never underestimate the human capacity for blind stupidity in the face of all reason. Women like him because he’s so honest and direct. He always tells them straight up where he stands. It’s one of the things they (and I) admire in him.
He got a cab at midnight because he had to fly at eight in the morning. Sophie and I stayed up talking in the garden till two thirty. (So much for our early night!) We were talking about love. She was saying how she wouldn’t mind someone slightly boring and safe rather than a grand passion that is unpredictable and could burn out and go horribly wrong. I was arguing with surprising passion that for idealists and romantics like ourselves life should never be dull and predictable and safe, and that particularly when it comes to love, you should reach for the unattainable ideal even if it swims just out of reach. Never surrender, never compromise, never give up when it comes to love. It’s got to be perfect. I told her, I would rather spend the rest of my life seeking someone who is perfect and wonderful in every respect and be disappointed that I hadn’t found them by the time I’d died, than to settle for someone lesser, and know that I had settled, and die wondering whether I had made a horrible mistake in the area that matters the most...
Like I said, I’m a hopeless romantic. And yes, I understand perfectly that everyone goes through periods when they’ve been burned by love, and therefore some kind of relationship that seems safe and lacking in passion and predictable can be very tempting. Because at least you know that you’re not going to be hurt. But I’ve wasted years in relationships like that, and I can safely say it’s not worth it, it doesn’t work and sometimes you can end up getting hurt anyway. So if that’s the case why not get emotionally ravaged by someone amazing and terrifying rather than someone who wears slippers and pyjamas with sheep on them to bed?
Although that is terrifying in itself.
Anyone inclined to disagree?
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Date: 2004-09-28 05:01 am (UTC)It's a balance. Btw, you sure Sophie wasn't flirting with you?
And the pancake mixture didn't go wrong. Six eggs and a spoonful of flour doth not a pancake batter make, dear :)
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:48 am (UTC)It really beats all other types of love hands down, AND it will fuck you up good and proper.
Why settle for hearts and flowers, or Sunday mornings in bed with the most boring woman/man in the world who happens to adore you, when you can go out of your mind with love?