The story always starts the same. Girl meets boy, girl likes boy...and boy likes
the girl Girl pretends to be ...
I am as guilty of it as anyone else. When I first start to date someone, I pretend to be the perfect girlfriend. I wear a dress and heels to every date. I cook, I smile, I shave my legs every day. I love his roommates, his football teams, his music and bad movies.
Credit: This blog was written by Erin Parker
A few months go by, and things start to slip. The heels are exchanged for my scuffed fuzzy slippers. My perfectly smoothed hair is traded in for a ponytail, and I slip in to stretch pants as soon as I’m home. I bring a book when the game is on and to watch Rocky IV, and I start to leave Craigslist postings for one bedrooms open conspicuously on his roommate’ computers.
I have fallen off the glass pedestal.
Glass Pedestal: (Noun) The glass pedestal is the very fragile implement that guys put girls on upon first meeting them. It’s made of impossible standards, cemented by Cosmopolitan magazine, airbrushed photos of celebrities in glossy magazines and, of course, the lies that girls tell at the beginning of the relationship.
Shortly after breaking up with this guy I dated a few years back (we’ll call him Abe, because I’ve never met an Abe), a friend of mine commented to him that I was funny. Abe looked at him blankly. “Umm, no, not really,” he said. “I mean, she’s nice, and she’s fun, but she’s not like FUNNY funny.” The thing is, I can be funny, but with Abe, I never was. He was the life of the party, and I good-naturedly rolled my eyes at his antics. I never let my own humor come through. After we broke up, I couldn’t help but wonder if things would have been different if I had just been myself.
I’ve come to believe that you’re best off if you let yourself shine through from the beginning, flaws and all. Because the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I want to be the perfect girlfriend of my imagination, I’m not. But maybe if we just allow ourselves to be true to who we are, we can be the perfect girlfriend of his imagination...fuzzy slippers, ponytail, stretch pants and all.