You can’t write this s#*$. Let’s try anyway. Girl meets boy. Boy seems awesome. Girl Likes boy. Things going well… until. Boy tells girl he is seeing another girl, too. Girl is semi-crushed, but picks herself up and agrees to taking things easy. Dum diddly dee Girl is totally cool UNTIL. Girl runs into Boy with Other Girl and, while face is maintained in the moment, Girl gives in to darkest urges and Googles Other Girl to find…..
… Out that she’s a model. Nude. Lingerie. Did I say nude? Yes, nude. Crud.
Oh, Readers. This Girl is so unfortunately, me. And I’m not telling you this for your sympathy, or affirmations, or even your offerings of bourbon and ice cream. To tell you the truth, I’ve already had the bourbon and ice cream, and I’m in need of some distraction; so to you I write. Dating is hard, as we know, and as your dating blogger I feel like I should share with you the bad experiences as well as the good. So humor me by letting me humor you, because I’m being left for a totally naked blonde. (Oh, your sympathy? No, I simply couldn’t. Ohhh allright, if you insist)
OK, enough of this pity-party. I think this could be a dating lesson for all of us. Maybe my experience can guide you with what to do in case this happens to you— and you are not the model. Because let’s face it, if you’re reading this at a desk that is void of a strategically placed high powered fan over a lunch that consists of more than cigarettes, you are not The Model. But they exist, and date the same guys as you and me.
As they deserve to! Lest we forget, models are people too. And I’m not about to hate on a girl just because she happened upon the genes for freakish height and far- set eyes. But how the hell do you compete with A Model?!
You can’t, really. Because boys will be boys, and models will be models, and boys like legs and it’s as simple as that. Buuuut you can certainly put up a fight. Because there are certain things that non-models have that are just as natural as God-given cheekbones. Years of dating as a non-model equips a “normal girl” with skills and strategies for attracting a guy beyond knowing her angles. Years of practicing eye contact, bar-sidling, clever comebacks, charming anecdotes etc, vault us into a confident, sexy stratosphere that should make any model quake in her stillettos! Sure they have the walk, but we have the talk. You want the score of the game? Which one?. Politics? Please, I spent my Friday night watching Washington Week in Review. Hey— check out these sick dance moves! Did I tell you I make a mean risotto? It goes on and on.
And Voila. Before you know it you’re right “up there” with the model, in a figurative sense that avoids the danger of grazing the ceiling fan. And that ability to hold your own will catch a few eyes! And the guy that sees right past a pair of pouty lips and straight to your asymmetrical eyebrows might be the keeper indeed. So party on, non-models. Let’s strut our stuff.
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Wed, 07/02/2008 - 15:03
Pics or it didn't happen!
In all seriousness though. I went to school with some ladies who went on to be models and even soap actresses, and sure, they're often pretty hot and all, but where's the personality? And if the guy you like is so impressed by that that he's not looking for anything else, well is he really that awesome?
Wed, 07/02/2008 - 15:21
Hate to say it, but it reminds me of Sex and the City episode "models and mortals" -- have you seen it? The best part? Miranda discovered that her date brought her to dinner because his friends insisted he date someone aside from "brainless" models.. much along the lines of your post, there are other attractive traits. I feel for your pain, though.. enjoy the bourbon and ice cream! :)
Wed, 07/02/2008 - 15:41
You are so lucky and you don't even know it.
OK, hear me out. Sucks that the thing blew up in your face, it really does. But it happened. And here's what you got:
A. The knowledge that naked lady and you were (pardon the pun), tit for tat. It's a lingerie model and the two of you were on par in this guy's mind. He dated you both instead of just making the beeline for Miss Nude 2008. You ask how you can compete with a model? Um, you sort of did.
Also, it sounds like he didn't so much dump you for the model as you saw them together and realized you didn't want to be one of two in this dude's life. I don't mean to be all "I am woman hear me roar" here, but isn't that a good thing?
B. The story value is through the roof. It's a funny blog, so I'm picturing the rant where you actually say swears instead of going the Beetle Bailey s#*$ route is hysterical. What? Were you going to marry the guy? Dating is temporary; a good story is forever.
C. You get to go straight for the "boys will be boys" thing. Don't get me wrong. I'm a boy and nabbing a lingerie model would be, well, that would be just nifty. But, as a boy, I can say that we don't get to go that route. We don't get to go "Well, he just likes her because she's a model" or "He just likes her because she dresses trashy."
Since girls are less likely to chase after just looks, us guys have to admit, "Well, she just likes him because ... of either the greater strength of his character or the fact he's better in bed than I am." That's a little more hurtful personal admission than "I'm not a model."
D. I got nothin' else. But, man, you don't even know how good you got it. We all have shit blow up in our faces. Yours just happened to have a model involved.
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