You'll wash the dishes, then we'll have sex.

It's American Thanksgiving. And although I am not American, today I've been constantly thinking about what I am thankful for. Most of all, I am thankful for that invisible, ethereal force of nature that is helping me do the right things at the right time in front of the right people. I am thankful for the current circumstances that compound my life. (And as a side note - I am incredibly thankful for my newest best girlfriend SMASH. She's intelligent and witty and as a friend quoted so eloquently, "she drinks whiskey like a champ";)

Something else that's on my mind? I don't want a boyfriend. And even more, I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend. I'm too much of a flaming feminist to revel in the idea of being the possessive to a male pronoun.

HOWEVER... there are some special and sweet and (excuse me while I make myself hurl) yummy dudes that make me melt when they describe these scenarios of what it can be like to be with someone.

I wonder if I can be with someone without "being there's." Or be with someone without us being each other's? Without having to talk all the time. Or be exclusive. Can't we just be with each other when we want to be?

I know what you're thinking...

It would get complicated right? It would never be able to work right? It'll get messy. There'll be heartache and negative thoughts, and other chics would definitely not approve.... of me with this guy. Of me and my flirtatious ways in general.

Back to Harry and Sally all things romantic go... Can men and women not only not just be friends.... but can they not have a casual intimate relationship without feelings and attachment not getting in the way?(excuse the double/triple negative).

C'est la fucking vie I suppose.

But I can see it. Can't you see it? It's so vivid and beautiful. And again, nauseatingly romantic with our hippie, barefoot, long haired, constant coitus, kind of ways.

So thank you (to whomever the Americans give thanks to... God?) Thank you for sweet boys... and hippie daydreams... and thank you for my imagination and how particularly overactive it's been lately :) Thank you.

Lola

*Drink of choice: Special Old.