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By almost any conventional measure, I'm an acquired taste. A very small percentage of my close friends liked me the first time we met. As a corollary, there's some question as to how good a first date I am. I have funny stories and I'll pay the tab, given an opportunity, but first impressions are not my strength.
I am, however, thoughtful, reliable, unflappable and willing to help you move. In other words, my skills as a boyfriend far surpass those as a blind date. I say that not to imply that I'm prone toward premature commitment or emotional clinginess; I'm just saying that's the part I'm good at, no matter how far off it is. Which is probably why most of my best memories of relationships are not nights out for dinner, parties, or even just nights of garrulous binge drinking, but rather afternoons spent sharing a hangover.
I like everyone best at their worst. Anyone worth knowing is worth knowing at their headachey, dry-heaving, rock-bottom, soul-baring low point. A relationship is at its best when two people are drinking .32 and eating pancakes with a belly full of aspirin while watching whatever John Hughes movie is on cable, waiting for the whiskey sweats to subside so that human contact stops being nauseating and goes back to being comforting.
Life is hard. Having someone around to make it easier is the only good reason to put up with the difficulty of a relationship. An afternoon grimacing through a hangover together is that principle boiled down to its purest and most beautiful microcosm.
I'm Dan. I have plans tomorrow night, but I'm free the next day if you want some pancakes.
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I am, however, thoughtful, reliable, unflappable and willing to help you move. In other words, my skills as a boyfriend far surpass those as a blind date. I say that not to imply that I'm prone toward premature commitment or emotional clinginess; I'm just saying that's the part I'm good at, no matter how far off it is. Which is probably why most of my best memories of relationships are not nights out for dinner, parties, or even just nights of garrulous binge drinking, but rather afternoons spent sharing a hangover.
I like everyone best at their worst. Anyone worth knowing is worth knowing at their headachey, dry-heaving, rock-bottom, soul-baring low point. A relationship is at its best when two people are drinking .32 and eating pancakes with a belly full of aspirin while watching whatever John Hughes movie is on cable, waiting for the whiskey sweats to subside so that human contact stops being nauseating and goes back to being comforting.
Life is hard. Having someone around to make it easier is the only good reason to put up with the difficulty of a relationship. An afternoon grimacing through a hangover together is that principle boiled down to its purest and most beautiful microcosm.
I'm Dan. I have plans tomorrow night, but I'm free the next day if you want some pancakes.
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