On Waiting for the Unthinkable

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

I know I should be thankful I'm dating an architect who wants to take me to all the museums and theatre shows and all over the city on exciting culinary adventures, but frankly, I'm finding it difficult to invest myself in this.

During our lunch downtown yesterday he told me he had something for me. I wondered silently to myself if the second date was the right time to give gifts. But he pulled out this massive book and dedicated it to with the servers pen after signing the bill. I guess he thinks I'm some kind of prophetess who's duty it is to save the world and he decided it was about time I read the Spiritist Doctrine. I know, I know it seems strange... And well, it really is. He bought me this book and told me it would change my life.

Then he hopped in a cab with me to school and insisted on paying for everything. Now, lets face it, ladies, when a man insists on paying for everything we don't exactly bulk at the idea and I don't either, but I also don't exactly jump at the thought of being a kept woman.

I suppose, the real problem is that I'm the type of girl who has a lot to give. NOW HOLD ON, I don't mean to sound arrogant but when it comes to interesting conversations and observations I'm a veritable fountain, but the Republican Buddhist ( hitherto and hereafter referred to as RB) he just doesn't have that much to give back.

I'm ever searching for the type of man who can not only take me to the latest theatrical or operatic events but also sit on the couch and eat a pizza while watching Gladiator for a night and maybe a little soccer.

The search continues...

Geography test in Latin American Studies tomorrow night.