Every man I’ve “dated” since this blog began has been convinced that nearly each and every entry was about him.
If I wrote about love unrequited, he assumed I loved him.
If I wrote about tweeners, I or he was specifically being tweened at that time.
If I wrote about cake eaters, and nice guys, and fruit loops it all somehow went back to
that guy who was in my life.
But the truth is this.
However "un-dateable"this blog may make me…
The entries found within it are the product of time and circumstance.
The product of a whole life: past, present, and future…
all before or after him.
Just because you’ve tweened me, doesn’t mean I haven’t been tweened before.
And just because you’re Peter Pan, that doesn’t mean you live all alone in Never Never Land.
These entries are universal in their appeal for one main reason...
They are the product of relationships in general.
Not necessarily all of MY interactions.
So the next time you assume that I’m staking out your work place, or outing your dirty laundry in public, realize this:
YOU are NOT the only person in my life.
YOU are not my muse.
But my oh my…
You’re so vain.