I think I'm suffering through a hybrid of diabetic fallout and getting over a sinus infection - I can't seem to bring myself to sleep, even though it's past midnight. Through hard work (and dumb luck) I got my diabetes under control... and ever since, I can't seem to sleep longer than absolutely necessary. That means I go to bed at midnight and wake up around 7am like clockwork, just without the clock. I haven't actually set my alarm for myself but once in the past 8 months. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to write about.
I watched "Birthday Girl" tonight (yay, Netflix). I've been wanting to see that film since I saw the poster for it early last year. The premise seemed interesting, but I must admit that the trailer & poster made it seem darker than it actually was. The running time was pretty short at just under 90 minutes, but it fit the story well. The weird thing was, I could see everything that was going to happen (most movies are pretty obviously telegraphed), but at the same time, I could actually imagine myself ending up in the shoes of the protagonist, John. Of course, that makes me ask the question I think most people were asking out loud or of themselves when they saw this movie...
What is it that would be the final catalyst to make a guy do the mail-order-bride thing? If you try to analyze it, you have to put yourself in that position and ask, What state would I be in that would make it seem like such a viable solution, or heck, the only realistic solution? Obviously, you can take some comfort in the adage that love is found in the most unlikely places. However, how do you overcome the overwhelming argument in the form of "you can't just pick true love out of a catalog"? (see the title of my blog, natch)
So, you've arrived at the point of actually considering a mail-order bride. You've caught yourself browsing online catalogs of women whose profiles describe them as everything from the perfect housewife to a professoral scholar who speaks seven languages - just not yours. If you decide to take the plunge and actually invest time and money into such an undertaking, what was it that kept you on the precipice of despair? Did you actually reach a point where you just knew that you'd never find the right person in a "traditional" way (even more local online personals), but the knowledge that you could explore the foreign option remained you glimmer of hope for lifelong happiness?
Or did you just have a fetish for Russian women? That could be hot, in a fleeting way. :)
Random note: The Secret Agent channel in iTunes' internet radio stations (see Electronica) is just plain awesome.
Another thought that's been hanging around the back of my mind: today marks exactly two months that the girlfriend and I have been together. At least, that's the calendar's claim. I find that impossible to believe. It's only been six weeks since we were snowed in on New Year's Eve? That's just not right.
I know we're not rushing things (Russian things? boy, talk about a desperate attempt to tie this all together), and it doesn't feel like rushing at all, but how can 60 days on a piece of paper truly feel like 6 months instead? There have even been the typical ups and downs, but they haven't been of any significant amplitude.
Is this a sign that we've gotten too comfortable and it's just not the "right" thing long-term, or is it that we're just so made for each other that it couldn't be any other way?
I guess Valentine's Day will tell, eh? :)
