My mom taught me that.I always knew it was true, but today i realize how true.
I adore most of my bed buddies. I feel like to have good sex, you have to like each other some extent. One of them, though, I tried so hard to date. What makes me angry is that he still tries to get serious with me.. but I just can't. He's Dominican and Black, which I love, and he's a total and complete gentlemen... but he's terribly stupid. Now, I don't expect you to have written a 20 page published research paper on the basis of Christianity (I mean, I did, but I'm just awesome like that), but you have to have some basic common sense.. which he lacks. We met in New York, his cousin is my friend, and dealer. The one thing I hate about banging around midtown Manhattan is that everyone who does drugs knows each other. It's very discouraging.
Yet again, I digress. My friend (who is tall, Puerto Rican and oh so cute) came up to me when I was walking down 42nd street one day. He had a gorgeous, but quiet guy with him. When I say gorgeous, I mean GORGEOUS. With my friend's permission, I got to know who I now know is his cousin. He's a model and actor. Not a "starving artist" type, but an actual model. He did an Abrocrombie add! Over the course of the past summer we got to know each other better. He introduced me to his father, and all of his family. We went to the newest, mot expensive restaurants and bars. He paid for everything. We'd smoke, then sit in Union Square Park, listening to music, and dancing to the slow, romantic live jazz that played. The whole time I tried SO HARD to like him. I tried harder than I ever thought was possible. But in truth, he was just too stupid. He's the kind of guy I like to go out to big events with, because he's so cute that people are impressed, but if I brought him to a large family gathering, everyone would snicker, and ask me quietly "Why are you with him? He's cute, but not bright."
Everyone knows I don't care much about money. I mean, having it's nice, but it isn't about that with this guy.Sure, I loved that he takes me uptown, to the hot new restaurant that I read about in Vanity Fair, but what I really cared about is that he's doing it to please me. Have you ever seen Cheaper By the Dozen? You know the Austin Kutcher model character? Other than those AMAZING good looks, he's nothing like that. He wants to get to know my family, and anything that makes me happy. When I got my big light designing gig he came to EVERY show, despite the fact that tickets were $50 dollars, and it was Shakespeare.
But great kissing, lot of money, and getting to sit in on model shoots aside, he's not very bright. I didn't get my Eclectic religious beliefs, or that my mom was Buddhist. He didn't understand my fascination with anthropology, or how anthropology and theatre interact. He didn't understand why I cried on Shakespeare's birthday, or why my friends and I were all dressed up for it. He didn't get the"psychology" about a rave, just wanted to pop E, snort Coke and go (which I have no problem with, but come one man!).
All in all, we didn't share a single interest. Still don't. So even thought I want to accept his offer on being my Valentines, and taking me out for a "night in the city" that I'm sure will be filled with lavish, and posh things... I can't. I do often wonder though, if this is what he treats me when he's trying to court me, if I did go all the way, and fuck him, would I get a new car? Haha, not even worth it though.
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