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Written by Samantha Gansett   
Wednesday, 30 April 2008

I am all for my independence.  I love that I am self sufficient, pay my own bills, and can rely on myself.  Hell, once before I wrote about how I am possessive over my dishwasher.  I cite all of this as evidence of my ability to be completely independent.  That being said, sometimes a girl just wants to be treated like princess.

Yeah, you heard me. 

Sometimes a girl just wants to say, “Fuck it.” Sometimes she does not want to have her shit together.  Sometimes she wants to be vulnerable. Sometimes she does not want to keep up the appearance that she can be everything to everyone.  Sometimes she does not want to make decisions. Sometimes she just wants a guy to make her life easy.

That is where I am right now; I am saying, “Fuck it.”  I need a date, a real date.  Not a conversation, “Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” or “What do you feel like doing?”  I need those decisions made for me for one night. 

I also need some romance.  Do not get me wrong, I sincerely appreciate the little, every day, commonplace things that the bf does for me on a regular basis.  Stupid, seemingly inconsequential things like letting me get ready for bed first or letting me watch what I want to on television.  Those things are romantic and honestly they a very, very long way and too many members of my gender forget that.  But sometimes we want something more.

I fully understand that this is a quid pro quo situation.  If I am asking for something more I need to be willing to give something more.  Well step up to the bargaining table because I am ready to deal.

 
Let's Make a Deal PDF Print E-mail
Written by Samantha Gansett   
Wednesday, 30 April 2008

I am all for my independence.  I love that I am self sufficient, pay my own bills, and can rely on myself.  Hell, once before I wrote about how I am possessive over my dishwasher.  I cite all of this as evidence of my ability to be completely independent.  That being said, sometimes a girl just wants to be treated like princess.

Yeah, you heard me. 

Sometimes a girl just wants to say, “Fuck it.” Sometimes she does not want to have her shit together.  Sometimes she wants to be vulnerable. Sometimes she does not want to keep up the appearance that she can be everything to everyone.  Sometimes she does not want to make decisions. Sometimes she just wants a guy to make her life easy.

That is where I am right now; I am saying, “Fuck it.”  I need a date, a real date.  Not a conversation, “Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” or “What do you feel like doing?”  I need those decisions made for me for one night. 

I also need some romance.  Do not get me wrong, I sincerely appreciate the little, every day, commonplace things that the bf does for me on a regular basis.  Stupid, seemingly inconsequential things like letting me get ready for bed first or letting me watch what I want to on television.  Those things are romantic and honestly they a very, very long way and too many members of my gender forget that.  But sometimes we want something more.

I fully understand that this is a quid pro quo situation.  If I am asking for something more I need to be willing to give something more.  Well step up to the bargaining table because I am ready to deal.

 
Censorship PDF Print E-mail
Written by Samantha Gansett   
Wednesday, 16 April 2008

I started to tell my current significant other a story and stopped approximately seven words in.

“What were you saying?”

“Nothing.  Nevermind.”

“Come on, what were you going to say?”

“Nothing.  I realized it was not an appropriate story.”

 
Visions of White PDF Print E-mail
Written by Samantha Gansett   
Wednesday, 02 April 2008

Every little girl dreams of her wedding.  This is as a result of watching every Disney movie ever made and thinking that someday, we too would have a huge wedding, attended by hordes of people and woodland creatures and that we would wear a ginormous white dress and ride away in a carriage.

I was not that little girl.  I never spent time daydreaming about my wedding dress or my Prince Charming.  I judged those girls.  I thought they were silly and stupid and did not understand why they refused to ride bikes with me and play in the mud hole I dug in my backyard.
 
Decisions, Decisions PDF Print E-mail
Written by Samantha Gansett   
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
As a stupid, immature, and oblivious thirteen year old girl I told the boy I was “going out” with that he was not allowed to go to Jessica’s bat mitzvah because I was not invited.  What is more is that he listened!  And we were thirteen!  It is not though I would have withheld sex from him if he chose to ‘disobey’ me.  We would not have climbed into bed in silence for the next week while I finished stewing over the fact that my wishes (read: demands) were not respected.  I would not have even broken up with him…well, I would have dumped him but in the world of middle school relationships we probably would have gotten back together during lunch the following week.
 
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