I am finally starting to get sleepy .. i went from trying to stay up to trying to fall sleep to for sure falling asleep .. i did a little bit of chatting and a whole lot of surfing and came across this very inspiring quote ...

"Don't cry for a man who's left you, the next one may fall for your smile." – Mae West

Along with that that i found an interesting article called 'Moments Men Remember' - its quiet an interesting read and one an eye opener for sure. Now i wonder what are the things the guys ive dated think about me ... - i mean i can only hope that they do .. Anyways happy reading ... & Happy Mid Week everyone ......

Moments Men Remember

By Davy Rothbart

There’s a scene in the movie Notting Hill that has always stuck with me. Hugh Grant’s character is trying to climb over a gate to gain late-night access to a public garden and when he comes bumbling down, he blurts out, “Whoopsidaisies.” Julia Robert’s character’s starts laughing and asks, “What did you say?” And then comes the evasive, inevitable and unconvincing response: “Nothing.”

Nothing is rarely ever nothing, and is usually, almost definitely, something special and endearing. Sometimes our most private behaviors will launch themselves into public view without warning. Fissures in the walls of our minds occasionally allow our unconscious motivations to leak into awareness. Sigmund Freud called it unheimlich, while fellow psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan called it “The Real.” No psychoanalyst myself, I call it “When I Think of Ex-Girlfriends, I Tend to Remember the Moments of Awkward Beauty More Than Anything Else.”

When I’m with a woman, these moments manifest themselves as quiet confessions, secret habits or curious rituals that go on when she thinks nobody is looking. They are the treasures discovered during deep intimacy, the tiny universes that are revealed when she allows herself to rest in vulnerability, a quick glimpse into the hidden life of another person. I love this stuff!

I’m not alone in admiring the quirky side of a woman’s personality and to prove it, I’ve contacted some experts in the arena of female behavior: my friends from Michigan. This motley crew of dudes told me that not only do they remember some peculiar incidents concerning former and current lovers, but that these moments often become favorite and defining memories.

— Javan’s ex-girlfriend worked as a photo correction assistant at a woman’s magazine and airbrushed wrinkles, covered blemishes and embellished the color of eyes. The best parts of her job, she would say, were to hide any scars on a subject’s hands and delete out the tear ducts on close-ups. She used to characterize these two duties as “noble.”

— David’s current girlfriend makes wishes on everything: fallen eyelashes, birthday candles, pennies tossed into fountains, first stars, shooting stars, wishbones, chopsticks, dandelions and first spring robins. According to David, she always wishes for the same thing: that strawberries tasted more like candy.

— Brande recently hung out with his girlfriend from junior high. They hadn’t seen each other for almost a decade. Back then, she would get sudden nosebleeds when she was just sitting in class, riding the bus or whatever. He asked her if she still gets them. She said not as often, but that when she does, it makes her wistfully nostalgic. She said flat out: “Nosebleeds make me happy.”

— Jacob dated one woman on and off for almost six years, and she once admitted to this habit: The first time she enters the kitchen of someone she’s starts dating she steals one piece of cutlery and when the relationship ends, she buries the stolen ware in the public garden near her home. She confessed that she took over a dozen pieces of silverware from Jacob, one for each time they got back together.

— Dan’s wife places pennies face-up on the ground for strangers to find. She calls this process “fixing fate,” and passionately defends it as being altruistic.

— Gulliver dated a woman who, as a teenager, would scavenge tennis balls from the public courts, and then resell them through her father’s sporting goods store. Certain months she had to use a knapsack, there were so many. Her father paid her one dollar per dozen.

As for me, I dated a Scrabble enthusiast who, after a night of kissing and cuddling, would leave love notes composed from Scrabble tiles for me to find after she left. She was generous and loving, but I was often distracted with work, sometimes completely forgetting plans and showing up six hours late, apology in hand.

Dozens of botched dates later, I walked up her front steps ready to prostrate myself for my most recent screw-up and found an envelope with my name taped to the doorknob. Inside were seven Scrabble tiles. It took me a minute to sort them out, but finally I realized that the letters arranged spelled out the word “GOODBYE.”

source: savvymiss.com