7-30-00
Saturday night, I was watching the movie Forces of Nature, and drinking the biggest girly drink ever*. At the beginning of the film, I was all like, "Aw, aren't Ben & Bridget (the movie fiancee he's working against the forces of nature to get to) the perfect couple." But then, as the movie progressed, I felt like he'd found his other half with Sarah (Sandra Bullock's character - Ben Affleck was conveniently playing a character already named Ben), and I didn't give Bridget much of a second thought. I also started to ponder the feasibility of Ben Affleck & Sandra Bullock as a real-life couple. I mean, they have good chemistry. Then I remembered his annoying on-again-off-again thingie with Gwennyth, and I kiboshed that.
When the end of the movie rolled around, and we found Ben and Bridget happily back in eachother's arms, I started bawling. It was too perfect. I loved this movie. They found eachother's perfect mate. The soul mate. The other half that makes one whole. They completely completed eachother.
My mother met her soul mate when she was 24. She just didn't marry him until she was 38. I always scoffed at the people that run around and look at each person sitting across from them at dinner as their potential soul mate, and the mother/father of their future children. I preferred to just look at the person seated across from me as a potentially splendid person to hang out with and keep me entertained, and possibly to buy me stuff, because as we all must remember, I am a crass materialist at heart. Who else would have a wishlist on their website, pandering for stuff that people should buy for me? Anyways, as time has progressed and I have gotten older than 24, I have started looking more closely at the faces across the table from me. Have I already met my soul mate over tiramisu or creme brulee? Perhaps over a beer and some pool? I just hope I don't have to wait for 10 more years to find out for sure.
I have, however, managed to secure a date for my class reunion next weekend. Not totally desperate, but sort of, I called up the ex-boyfriend from 8 years ago that I cheated on with my last boyfriend (who I started dating like 4 years later) who dumped me because I was a total slut and broked his heart (the aforementioned boyfriend who is my date next weekend that is, the more recent ex-boyfriend merely ran around proclaiming that I broke his heart. I didn't actually sleep with anyone to accomplish this, because the simple act of breaking up with him was evil and narsty enough.). After some heated negotiations, we agreed that if he attends this function as my date, I will attend a wedding next weekend as his date. I'm only hoping it's the wedding of someone I know.
*Add 4 ounces Kahlua, 4 ounces Irish Creme, 2 ounces DeKuyper Buttershots and an equal amount of skim, lactose-free milk to a big glass. Stir. Drink merrily. And send more Bailey's, because I'm out**.
**And no, mom, I'm not a big ol' drunk, despite what it looks like. I just drink socially. Unfortunately, I only tend to socialize with myself on the weekends.
COMMENTS:
From: "Randybus" <rxxxxxxx@students.depaul.edu>
To: "pixiemartin" <pixiemartin@home.com>
Subject: Re: Consider yourself wooed.
Date: Monday, July 31, 2000 10:38 AM(snip some gossip)
I religiously read your diary, you know. As I mentioned, it's one of the things that keeps me sane here at work.
I just have to say that, some days, after reading what you wrote, I want to find you and give you a big hug, because sometimes, it's clear that you need one. Anyway, I feel like I have a connection to you because I hear about what you're up to all the time.
(snip some compliments)
-Randy
