I was fine, ’til I read your fucking book.

Last night, I caught my mom watching — well hmm, not really watching, she fell asleep on the sofa — my copy of the movie Before Sunset. It was right at that crucial heart-wrenching moment in the car where they both finally tell the truth about how they really feel about their lives. Ugh, that part kills me inside every time. I hope I never become that disillusioned and miserable, nor have to wait 10 years to find out that I could have been happy and I missed my chance because I was young and stupid.

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This is one of my favorite quotes of all time.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

It’s written by a man for men, but I still like it. I think it can work both ways, though most women really don’t have a desire to sleep with an infinite number of men — at least I don’t. Maybe an infinite number of times with the right man.

It kind of makes me think that someday I’ll find love in one man — and that I’ll have to look no further. I won’t have to worry about him being with other women; And all we would have to do is sleep. :) It’s a warm, comforting thought.

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