So that’s what you did when you got home last night Mackie! I left the bar a little early because although the dancing was amazing, I was really excited about the blog and had been thinking of a post I wanted to write while I was boogying down. So I left to write what is below. Are we ever on the same wavelength sometimes.

Things haven’t always been easy between me and Mackie. It comes down to we both have strong personalities and the same taste in boys. Without fail, we like the tall, skinny, musically-inclined, smokers, film buffs, skaters, quiet guys. Our taste is impeccable. Except it’s not. Are we just going for the wrong guys? My grandmother would definitely say yes. Look at the list of what I wrote as desirable. Where is sweet and loving? Where is successful and motivated? Not there. Take me to task on this Mackie, do we just have bad taste?

 One thing we do have is deep romantic streaks. I want lovers who I love to the point of inconvenience, and who love me back as strongly, who wants my babies as much as I want their (hypothetically of course). But these djs and pro-skaters we pursue want to get with as many girls as possible. Forget ‘tying them down’. Or, horror of horrors! they’re TOO into us  and it’s a turn off. We can’t win! 

Waiting for and being disappointed in love has done nothing to lower our expectations for love. I might take pleasure in self-pitying moments of pessimism when the idea that I, alone in this curse, will forever roam the earth in search of a love, never to have my wish answered by the universe.

Mackie, on the other hand, is an eternal optimist who believes in love unflinchingly and falls fast and violent. They may not know it, but hundreds of men have her heart, just from a glance across the class or a simple conversation. I don’t take my crushes as seriously as Mackie, but maybe I should. Instead, I tend to avoid being anything other than a guy’s friend. I am a classic commitmentphobe for the double fear of being hurt and of being committed. Instead I choose not to go for things. I just spent the winter in a self-imposed celibacy because I was jack-wild this fall. I’ll get into it later, but the answer doesn’t seem to go all out, or to sequester yourself away in a nunnery of your own making. 

Mackie and I are two very similar and very different girls. And we find ourselves in identical situations when it comes to the pursuit of love. Looking for Love, but Settling for Sex. What do you expect? You take what you can get, but that doesn’t mean it’s satisfying.You hope that things will turn out differently, that a hook-up might turn into that great love you dream of, but thus far, this route has only turned up one night stands. And i’m sick of standing!

We know- our moms and smug-in-love friends all tell us: love comes when you least expect it. It surprises you when you aren’t looking for it. You can’t do anything about it. But two romantics can at least write about their frustration at not having been surprised yet, or it not working out. 

I am beyond trying to figure out ‘why me’. Why hasn’t anyone realized how great I am yet? I used to go into hateful spins of turning on myself and being like, “it must be because my eyebrows are so thick”. And shit like that. But I’m not going to do that anymore. When you love someone those things you hate are what they find endearing (some of the time). Another gem from my mom. Lady Gaga understands what I mean- she urges her little monsters to embrace what it is about themselves that they hate or are embarrassed about, because that’s what we should love most.

So this blog will lay it all out- what we’ve tried, what has worked (or seemed to work at the time), what failed immediately, and our various experiences with boys. Of course, to keep ourselves out of trouble everyone will remain anonymous, but people who know us will know who we’re talking about, there’s nothing to be done on that front. Mostly, it’ll be filled with pretty hilarious stories of girls gone boy-mental in montreal. Stay Tuned!