So, as usual, it comes down to my stupid romanticism. You get the feeling reading Shakespeare and watching Cary Grant and Errol Flynn movies that women love classic romantic ideas and times... but seriously, they don't. As a rule. There are always exceptions, but in my experience, women want to hang with sensitive guys to help them feel better about themselves... but when it comes to sex, they want the dumb guys that are better equipped just to satisfy them. But somehow they want to find the one guy in the world who's both, so they end up being disappointed and trying to change all the guys they think they want to be with. Hey, wake up! Find some guy you like, just 'cause he is who he is! And go with it, Der.
But I digress. I get choked up from this song because it is very close to the story of a girl whom I really, REALLY, liked... but the timing was as bad as bad can be.
What's funny is, her name is very close to "Maxine", and we actually did meet in Lincoln Hall. Not to discuss the sub-urb-an sprawl (which is my favorite phrasing from the song BTW), but to see a show.
So, as usual, it comes down to my stupid romanticism. You get the feeling reading Shakespeare and watching Cary Grant and Errol Flynn movies that women love classic romantic ideas and times... but seriously, they don't. As a rule. There are always exceptions, but in my experience, women want to hang with sensitive guys to help them feel better about themselves... but when it comes to sex, they want the dumb guys that are better equipped just to satisfy them. But somehow they want to find the one guy in the world who's both, so they end up being disappointed and trying to change all the guys they think they want to be with. Hey, wake up! Find some guy you like, just 'cause he is who he is! And go with it, Der.
But I digress. I get choked up from this song because it is very close to the story of a girl whom I really, REALLY, liked... but the timing was as bad as bad can be.
What's funny is, her name is very close to "Maxine", and we actually did meet in Lincoln Hall. Not to discuss the sub-urb-an sprawl (which is my favorite phrasing from the song BTW), but to see a show.