Many of the (very few) single friends I have seem to have fallen in love lately. Love, the sort with little birds singing happy songs twirling about their heads. I listen patiently as they list the virtues of their chosen partner, and withstand more romantic goop than any one person should have to endure.
And I wonder why I have never spouted romantic goop about anyone. When guys say they want to "show me the meaning of love," I just roll my eyes and snicker. Have I never felt like this about anyone? Am I incapable of it? Have I simply not met the right person? Am I simply too practical to ever be that goopy?
I'm analytical, sure, but I'm also emotionally open, I hope. I'm fully capable of falling badly for someone. But even in the rush of new infatuation, I've never been goopy like my friends have been lately. Sometimes I feel like Charlotte talking to Elizabeth (in "Pride and Prejudice"):
"I'm not romantic, you know. I never was. I ask only a comfortable home. And, considering Mr Collins' character and situation in life, I'm convinced my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most who enter the marriage state."
That's kind of how I approached my marriage. I'd like to not make the same mistake again, but perhaps, in the end, I, like Charlotte, am not romantic. Pehaps I am not destined for a Darcy of my own.
Uh, and I can't believe I just said that. "Not destined for a Darcy of my own." Man. *shakes her head sadly*
