Good morning ladies and gentleman, good morning.
I wish to start, as I really should do more often, by thanking you for stopping by. For one reason or another, we had a big spike in readership yesterday, and a busy day with the comments, so I just wanted to say ‘thanks’ – the interaction is what keeps me coming back for another day.
I’d also like to thank someone who is rapidly becoming my favourite person in the world – you know who you are. Thank you for keeping me entertained all day yesterday! You have a great knack of putting a smile on my face.
Do you ever look at something, perhaps a quality in another person, and accept that you can never have it? It’s not envy, nor is it admiration – rather, it’s a realisation that a facet of your character means you’ll never yourself understand it.
One of the qualities I find most attractive is innocent charm. It’s one of the reasons I so love Meg Ryan’s character in ‘You’ve Got Mail’. She is so effortlessly charming, but yet, you know that it’s just who she is, and in no way is she deliberate or even aware of it.
They say ignorance in bliss – therefore, people who get on the tube with me every morning must be fucking coated in the stuff – but when you’ve seen and done as much as I have, this idea of innocence and naiveté kind of goes out of the window.
I wonder, as I begin to ponder some things – this innocent quality I so covet, am I too savvy and have my eyes been opened too much to ever attract such a person? Would a summer-dress, girly-girl ever really want to go out with someone with a past as sordid as my own?
Last night, I was talking to my friend Daniel about Alex (see yesterday’s post). It turns out that Alex decided not to continue with me because, after three dates, she couldn’t see us getting married. In lengthy email exchanges with Alex yesterday, it emerged that my hearty dislike of television – more specifically advertisements – constituted such a fundamental difference of character that seeing each other more would have been pointless.
It was about the time of this revelation that my disappointment with the entire situation somewhat subsided.
I’ll repeat this again, just so I can highlight the absurdity of it all: AFTER 3 DATES, ALEX WAS THINKING ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT WE WOULD GET MARRIED(!), AND THEN REALISED WE HAD A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION OVER TELEVISION, AND DECIDED NOT TO CONTINUE.
I explained this to my friend Daniel last night, and, once we’d finished laughing, I explained that actually, I felt really sorry for Alex – can you imagine the pressure she must be putting on herself?
But the situation with Alex has me thinking, about the kind of people I date, and what I am looking for. I have always gone out with women older than I, being that I don’t like bullshit – unless, and this is a historical thing, I have been the one bullshitting – I don’t like games, and I’ve always considered sex to be a significant chunk of importance in a relationship. I’m no sex fiend, I’m just a realist.
But, I think its time for a different approach. I think the first thing I need to do is stop dating older women. There’s nothing wrong with Alex per se, it’s just she, as I am sure many women her age are, is aware that the clock is ticking, and isn’t dealing with it well. Whether or not your clock is ‘ticking’ at 30 is virtually impossible for me, as a man, to understand.
About a year ago, even before I met my ex-girlfriend Lucy, I had come to a realisation about my religion – that perhaps I should be dating, or thinking about dating, Jewish women – something I had not done in quite some time, and even avoided.
Jewish women are fucking high maintenance, and the term ‘Jewish Princess’ is apt. Jewish society is often centred around money – who lives where, what clothes you wear, what car you drive – and, to me, it’s a repulsive quality. It’s something I could quite easily participate in; being that I live in a £7.5m house in one of London’s most expensive suburbs (this is used to highlight a point, not to show off. I don’t own even one brick of it) but I have always found the competitive side of Jewish society to be one of its more unattractive qualities. I want to know people for what they are, not what they project.
In speaking to my friend Daniel, the consensus seemed to be that this is just another thing to file under ‘Jewish Princess Activity’ – that Jewish women like to get married early, and, if they don’t, they take it personally. Very personally.
So I guess Jewish women are out for me for a bit. And it’s not because I don’t want to get married, or have kids, or any of that, and certainly not because I’m not thinking about those things.
I am really looking forward to one day getting married – in my opinion a wonderful expression of two people’s love for each other – and to hopefully having children, but surely this is something you share with someone, rather than go searching for, and try to apply to every person you encounter?
I am sure today’s blog has made no sense, and for that you have my apologies. In place of a clear conclusion from all that has just been written, I’ll provide a summary.
NO MORE MAD JEWISH BITCHES.
Thanks
Lots of love,
Closed Box
PS – LRC, look what’s stuck to my screen…
