Mmmm… Mr Darcy

Oh Mr Darcy, you must stop undressing me with your eyes!
Oh Mr Darcy, you must stop undressing me with your eyes!

Early last week, I had a few down days. Things were rough at work, and also I am still dealing with some messy and painful feelings with regards to Napoleon. He never responded to my gushy declarations I made after visiting the Frida Kahlo exhibit — I think I came on way too strong. I think I made something of a fool out of myself. All I got was silence, and sometimes a person’s silence has the power to speak louder than words ever could. Unrequited love… it’s a bitch!  I confided in my friend J, and she made me promise that I would stop embarrassing myself.

I don’t need to tell you that real love is not something that a person needs to beg for, it is given freely, openly, and happily. Sometimes my emotions make me forget that. What is the prize in winning a man who doesn’t actually want me?

“You have got to watch the PBS (BBC) version of Pride and Prejudice,” J said, “that is real romance.” J explained that Elizabeth Bennet never begged, she maintained her dignity and wound up with the delicious Mr Darcy without ever abandoning her composure. Perhaps that was a good part of her charm for him.

*Le sigh*  I need to wait for the man who would do anything to be with me, not one I have to chase. Oh Mr Darcy, I am over here daaahling!
*Le sigh*
I need to wait for the man who would do anything to be with me, not one I have to chase. Oh Mr Darcy, I am over here daaahling!

At first, he seemed to find Elizabeth merely “tolerable,” but he became dazzled her her bookish ways, her wit, and her pretty eyes.

Um, Mr Darcy, did you perhaps fail to notice that Ms Caroline also has lovely eyes too? Come a little closer *snigger*
Um, Mr Darcy, did you perhaps fail to notice that Ms Caroline also has lovely eyes? Come a little closer *snigger* I won’t bite… well, not on our first date.
Yes dear, I know. I told you I had pretty eyes.
Yes dear, I know. I told you I had pretty eyes.

Men really are better in books it seems, so much more romantic (not to mention handsome LOL), but I am not looking for perfection. Do you know what I want? My perfect happy ending? It’s not actually a gorgeous man with tons of money. I will tell you what I want, because I have pictured it in my head so many times. In my imagination I can see myself and the man I love. I don’t know what he looks like, that part really isn’t that important. We are sitting on the couch and watching TV. We are not cuddled up together or even touching for that matter. He is seated on one end, and I am on the other. I look over at him, and he is smiling. I feel loved, and in my head, I  am thinking, “Yeah, he’s got my back.” I’ve learned it’s not the poetry, the expensive chocolates, or the sweet words that really mean anything. The real fairy tale starts when all that stuff is over and you are left with someone that you know is going to walk through the sh*t with you, never letting go of your hand. That man is my Mr Darcy, and I can’t wait to meet him.

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  1. Are you watching any shows? When life is acting like a hormonal b*itch i like to crawl into bed straight after work and binge on comfort food and tv shows. I do this till the universe gets off its ass and does something nice to me- it usually works!

    xx

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  2. —-Mr. Darcy will come, darling Caroline. HE will. He will.

    A quick story: 2 of my gorgeous girlfriends, one with MANY men whom adored her and the other w/ nobody. I asked Jeanie, “What the hell? Why all the men? Why?”

    She retorted, “Because I have a sign on my forehead screaming, I Don’t Give a Damn!”

    I shall never forget.

    Why do we need to play those games?

    xx
    Kisssssss from MN.

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  3. Ooooh, yes I agree with you Caroline! All of this is true and what better example than Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth? I loved the PBS film and just watched it on netflix not long ago (for the 3rd time). Your Mr. Darcy is waiting for you, Caroline. He’s out there somewhere and when he finds you, look out. It will be a wild and fun ride!

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