Being Cold and Happy | ALSO | Updated Understanding of Desireable Women

I slept in. I slept in. Every time I say it I am... well... pleased, to say the least. When I woke up I rolled over enough to turn on the tv. I watched a complete movie before I even got up and then I just migrated (with my space heater) out into the living room. Matt cooked everyone a nice breakfast of French toast and we sat and watched another movie. It was a good day to sit around and watch movies. But after that one was over it was almost three, so Matt had to go to work and I felt refreshed enough to start my day up. I know that sound really lazy. I'm mean it is lazy, but I feel that I can rectify that with the rest of my day.

I spent a good 45 minutes getting showered and wrapped up in enough cloths to spend a long period of time outside in, and when that was all said and done with I jumped in my car and made my way downtown. I crossed the river to the east bank because the east bank of Nashville is crappy, so the parking is generally free. I then walked to the middle of the pedestrian bridge and looked over the water at Nashville's skyline. I was listening to Kenneth Copeland at that moment and then I switched over to Elliot Smith. I doubt they would have ever been friends if they met, but it all seemed agreeable at the time. My face started to get really cold way up high on that bridge over the water, but I didn't really mind. It's what you would call "good cold". It, along with the music, and the setting sun, seemed like it just fit the rest of the picture, and that picture gave me a good feeling. But that wasn't why I was there. I went because I needed to sketch the sculpture on the crest of the symphony hall just on the other side of the bridge. I did, and even that was relaxing because it was a new activity for me. My hands eventually got cold though, and no matter what, there is nothing that makes having my hands go numb that is "ok" (same with my feet which have been cold for the past two days). It was really difficult to finish a sketch when you can't feel your fingers. That means that you are dictating your pencil based on the movement of your arms and the trust that your fingers are too frozen to release grip.

When I was done I felt like it was too pure of a moment to just pack up and leave, so I decided to mingle around for a while. I walked around downtown and made my way through all of the tourists up to the Sheraton. I figured that since I was so close, I might as well pick up my check. When I got there though, it was packed. I just got my check and left without talking to anyone. I doubt they could have spared the time. But then I made my way down to second street from Church and found a little pizza joint. I picked up a stromboli to go so I could hold it to keep my hands warm and then eat it once I got to my car. I did just that, in that order.

For the rest of the night I wrote my art paper, but I still haven't finished. I've just been so distracted recently. I'm not worried or anything because I know I can handle what it is that I have to do, but It's been hard to sleep lately for sure.

I got to thinking, though, about how long it's been since I last posted on girls. Man, I used to be so lovestruck. I guess that part of me is still alive somewhere, though I'm glad he took a vacation. It has been nice to decipher what it is that I really desire. That's what I wanted to write about tonight. I want to write it down because I hope to look back on it someday and either estabish the fact that I was wise or that I was a dumb-ass.

So here it is. The verdict.

I suppose that last year I learned more than my fair share about women. In all reality, I was seriously just out of control. I was impulsive, aiming high, and missing my mark drastically. If I were still on the market, I would well deserve the staple of a guy you shouldn't date. Not that I'm that way now, but my friends know. I was shallow and emotionally unstable.

That's a mighty large preface to say this: that I learned by several failures as to, not what it is I'm looking for, but what it is that I need. It really wasn't until Friday that it hit me. Some freshmen guys asked me some advice on dating and what I thought a valuable woman looked like. I told them that there are three cardinal traits to look for.

First off, she has to dress modestly. Sure, the girls that are "fun" wear cloths as if fabric was a war ration, but what you have to remember is that the ones who are seductive and flirtatious now have a good chance to be the same later on, except to other men and not their husbands. It's these kinds of girls that my friend Brian reffers to as the ones who try men on like shoes. I don't care what is politically correct. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they dress.

Secondly, you want to find a girl with a servant's heart. If she serves others without gain, if she knows what it means to sacrifice, that is a strong indicator that she knows what true God-love is. The girls who don't know service and sacrifice are the ones who generally have high-set ideals about what they deserve. They'll slip into a relationship as if it was a warm bath and then they will begin to become excessively demanding, but with no give. They will take everything you have and still not be satisfied.

Thirdly, she must guard herself. If she closely guards her body, soul, and spirit, that means she finds value in herself. I don't mean "Hey, I'm awesome" value. I mean "God made me with a purpose" value. There is a difference. It's strangely attractive when you ask a girl if you can kiss her in the heat of a passionate moment and she says no. Girls like these tend to keep even keels in a relationship.

Having stated all of these traits, I realize how men still might feel. It's difficult and discouraging. These girls never seem interested in dating, but at the same time, it's sorta hot. You really have to get down and fight for these kinds of girls, and for men, that is a very fulfilling undertaking. But also remember that it's these kinds of rare women that don't go for the "bad guy". They want a man with similar traits and values.

It cost me several bumps and bruises to figure all of that out. I don't know if I'm right or not. Maybe I just offended the entier opposite sex, I don't know. I'm not payed to understand women. But I feel fine about where I am in my understanding. Sometimes I'm tempted to be in a hurry, but that is a sign of hoplessness. God definitaly has it worked out for me, and for you, and... well... why jump the gun, ya know? Peace and love.