Work all you want!

I hope you’re all sitting down right now, because what I’m about to say may shock you: Twice in a row now I’ve gone on dates with people I didn’t hate. I even—brace yourselves—went on second dates. The first guy was the one I mentioned in my previous post. The other—here’s the real kicker—I’m planning a third date with! I know, I didn’t think I’d ever see this day come either. Don’t get too excited though… I’m not even sure how much I like him at this point.

The reason I bring up this third date is because it was supposed to happen tonight. But last night, he told me a dinner meeting for work had just been moved up. While he apologized profusely and figured out when we could reschedule, I giggled to myself a little. I told him it was okay at least ninety times. I wasn’t upset—we’ll see each other soon.

Then he started telling me that he hopes the fact that his work takes up most of his time doesn't push me away. I couldn’t help but giggle yet again… this poor boy has no idea how much I love the fact that his work takes up so much of his time. Maybe it’s sick of me, but I find that so attractive.

It isn’t just that I’m drawn to ambitious, hardworking people. But, whereas most girls might not know if they can handle dating a guy with a busy career, I say the busier the better! Maybe it’s some twisted, deep-seated, 1950’s housewife fantasy about being domestic and taking care of my man after a hard day at work. Except that fantasy would have to be very deep-seated indeed considering I’d probably rather die than be a housewife. No, really, I’m not knocking housewives, but I could never be one. I’d stay in bed watching talk shows all day until I fell into a very deep depression.

So what else could explain my attraction to busy professional men? Well, speaking of watching bad television in bed, I love my alone time to do just that. No, not on an all day, every day basis, but as I’ve said before, my favorite thing in the world to do on a Friday night after a long week is to eat sushi and catch up on TV in my bed, with no one to bother me. I’m not bound to it, but I am bound to my independence—I’m not about to spend every waking minute with anyone.

So it’s okay, gentlemen, work all you want—it’ll make you all the more attractive! And I’ll probably be just a bit more sympathetic when you come home tired.

Love,
Sara

P.S. You should check out my friend R's blog (the one we used to write in together). She weighed in on the subject today too, and we plan to occasionally overlap like this!