| Getting the Girl June 26, 2002 You can get the princess, elegantly dressed, expecting to dine on caviar while you open doors and plant flowers and buy diamonds. You can get the mother, who cooks and cleans and redecorates your living room. You can get the slut, who spreads her legs and closes her heart and says the stuff off pornos like she's cold-reading. You can get the bitch, the coy mistress with the impish stare whose icy words turn you on while she tunes out. You can get the drama queen, the oscar-craving diva who picks a fight because the afterglow of makeup sex makes her feel real. But getting the girl to watch wrestling for the sheer pleasure of your presence so she can see her inner-kid's best friend in your eyes. Getting the girl to sleep in your arms and dream and tell you truthfully about it in the morning. Getting the girl to give up her scars and secrets so that natural conversation replaces the nightmarish societal screenplay. Getting the girl, and knowing the girl, and caring for her haphazardly decorated interior, Getting the girl is a gift, wrapped hastily in newsprint, but framed meticulously in gold. |