Little rubs and disappointments.
This night, I feel very much like Emma Woodhouse. If only I had a fine nightgown like Gwyneth Paltrow in which I could sit and write this post in the utmost comfort. I suppose my sweats will have to do, although I am sure Emma would never be caught dead in them. I suppose I must do my best to not be caught...or to die...
The Frenzy of Five grows ever smaller I am afraid. And since the new semester has barely begun, there are no others in which to take the place of those who have unfortunately fallen out of my liking.
Tonight, I only wish to discuss Mr. Rival. Mr. Rival as you all know has been somewhat bothersome. Perhaps you do not know that because perhaps I failed to tell you. I will tell you now. Mr. Rival has been somewhat bothersome. While Mr. Rival was serving the Lord in other regions, we became faithful pen pals. However, when he returned home, our correspondence became much less habitual. We exchanged pleasantries, promised to see each other as soon as possible and maintained contact via phone calls, text messages, and the ever-reliable Facebook. Unfortunately, these communications were few and far between.
But things were looking up as I made my way home for this cheerful Christmas Break, Mr. Rival began to text me, asking when I would be home, when we could see each other etc. Enough of such questions led me to believe that something just might happen between the two of us this break.
The Coquette arrived home and after a joyous reunion (that was two years in the making), a date was planned.
All was going well, until Mr. Rival admitted that he had started dating Miss Fairfax two months ago. That's right. The Coquette was "Frank Churchilled." I put on a brave face and pretended that this was the best news I had ever received. Mr. Rival did not notice that my excitement was highly exaggerated, as he was much too relieved that I did not simply break down in heart-wrenching sobs. (But one of The Coquette's best qualities that is absolutely impossible for her to cry in front of men when such situations arise). So Mr. Rival and I are continuing our seemingly friendly relationship minus any and all romantic interest.
But like Emma, I have refused to let this slight setback upset me. Perhaps Mr. Rival is not the one for me. Alright, so not perhaps. Mr. Rival is not the one for me, and I am not the one for him. And I, The Coquette, am alright with that.
As always, our dear Jane Austen always has the perfect words to describe what I simply cannot:
"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere."
Con Amor,
The Coquette
5 comments:
OHHECKNAW he did not pull that. Why in the world do people do things like that? Why did there need to be a date for him to tell you he was with someone else? Why not just post it on Facebook a month ago so you already knew and just hang out as friends. Jane Fairfax ruins everything always. Sorry :(((
Sorry about your disappointment :( But that's a great Jane Austen quote. Just keep your head up and your eyes open for interesting new guys!
I can't figure out why he asked you on a date to tell you! That Miss Fairfax. Perhaps you should throw her a party! :D
It's funny, how they do that, isn't it?
The one thing I've learned in all this dating craziness is that life goes on! No matter the disappointments, something will always work out, just on the Lord's timing.
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