I Do Not Live in the 1950's

Or in the Jane Austen era for that matter, though I have been told an odd amount of times that I was meant for it. I am a sucker for a good corset...


I am glad to be living and dating in 2009, yet people constantly try to encourage me to be this submissive and old fashioned girl. "Don't call boys, let them call you," "Don't text him... wait until he texts..." etc. I'm much more of the carpe diem variety, would always prefer to regret trying than not trying (when I was 9 I didn't try out that science museum static ball, and have always regretted not doing so), and am far too bad at lying to convincingly play games, yet somehow people often encourage me to do so. The one time in my life that I consciously played games, I got burned. BECAUSE I was coy and aloof, and the guy ultimately decided to focus his time and attention on the girl who voiced her feelings for him. Joke was very much so on me. And boy, did it hurt. Take that mom and all of you old fashioned girls.

So today, after the requisite drafting with best friend and confirmation of the perfectly casual, not at all contrived message, I sent a text. My mom would cringe, so please don't tell mama. And guess what? Within minutes, there was a favorable response and I have a delightful second date scheduled for this week. I got off easy, because he had texted the day after our first date anyway, thus giving me "license" (according to Nor) to initiate this time. Woot woot. Big deal. So nothing to stress over, yet somehow it is always made out to be a huge decision, a make or break move. Women have come so far, yet still, apparently, have a lot further to go.

Scene from Songwriting Session today:

Alex: (In Response to my Constant Gushing Over Recent Crush and Date): That's all very heartwarming and cute, but we need to make you sound cool

Lady Gaga, stop promoting Love Games!! Although you are much cooler than I am... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocwZU89NPi4