On Love And Croissants
(This is a little fragment of a page I found in my journal. I do use specific genders, since it’s my personal inner adventure, but please feel free to apply any gender you’d in your beautiful mind!)
… and yeah…
When a man loves you, and wants you, you’re not gonna be wondering.
And you’re not gonna be looking at reddit or asking your friends about their inexplicable behaviours and inconsistencies.
It’s actually very interesting.
If you were a croissant, then, listen, you are into this display of croissants and the guy who wants you will recognize that there’s something special about you that connects to him.
You have something he needs.
And, somehow, you do’t scare him (despite having scared off a bunch of of other croissant buyers before him).
He will point at you and say: “I WANT YOU.I want you. I want you”.
And you will be like: “Who. Me?”
And he’ll be like:
- “Yeah”.
Croissant: “Not her?”
Guy: “No, not her. You”.
Croissant: “Not her?”
Guy: “No, not her either. You!”
And he won’t rest his finger and his demands until he gets the croissant he desires.
Quirky and all.
A little misshapen.
Thicker on the pointy sides.
A little over browned.
Doesn’t matter. It will be YOU.
Where we get confused, its when we see someone and he’s like:
Guy: “You”.
Croissant: “Who, me?”
Guy: - Silence -
And we’re like:
Croissant: “I think he liked me! Where is he? Where is he? I’m gonna go look for him and see that he still likes me!”
Or:
Guy: “You, I guess”.
Croissant: “Who, me?”.
Guy: “Sure, why not. I mean, I suppose”.
Croissant: “Thank you for giving me the opportunity! I’ll show you how delicious I am! How crunchy and buttery”.
Guy: “Uh-huh” (looking at his phone at his croissant app)
Croissant: “Maybe he hasn’t seen me well. I will convince him!”
And we try to be more buttery and sweeter and we try to become what we think we need to become in order to be chosen by this guy.
And, you know what? Realizing that we cannot convince anyone to choose us, or to love us, might sound a bit disempowering but I think it isn’t .
I think its actually relaxing and peaceful.
Also, more productive, because every time I set myself on a crusade to win someone’s heart, guess what.
It felt like I was convincing them of my worth. Of my desirability. Of my lovability.
Kind of like a sales person for my very own body and my very own heart!
Very disempowering, lemme tell you.
I feel, and I have learned that no, the person who can see you as a precious jewel has something in his own make up that predisposes him to valuing what and who you are.
His history, his chemical make up, his needs, his capabilities, set him up on a path to love someone like you.
So, when he recognizes that in you, he’ll fight for it.
No matter how hard things get.
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I love croissants. It's true-- I like to pick the best one. Nevertheless, often I tell the croissant person to pick the best one for me because being around croissants all day makes them more professional. Right? They know which pastries are bottom-soft or burned. They know American croissants tend to be soft, a bit limp, spongy or doughy. A good croissant, on the other hand, has crunch and flaky crumbs. The French know how to make a good croissant-- soft inside, that's the heart of the pastry-- the best croissants have a heart of gold. Kissing a lot of frogs to find a good croissant isn't very healthy nor efficient. The wrong croissant is a waste of (tea or coffee) and jam. The right croissant is the start of a conversation which ends in a beautiful relationship.
Ani, qué bonito :`)