I had a pair of white gold and amethyst drop earrings that I loved. They were a gift from an ex, actually — amazing gift, wretched man. So it goes.
I am a lazy accessorizer by nature. Who has time to swap earrings out every day? But on occasion, the mood strikes me, and I will switch my everyday hoops for something else. Just such a mood hit a few months ago, and on went my favorite earrings.
Now, I loved these earrings, but I hated the design — they were the sort you slip through your ear with no backing. Whose idea was this? Clearly, they have never worn earrings. We need backs, people.
Obviously, I at one time procured those tiny, plastic tubes you can slip onto the post to secure the earring. And then, obviously, I lost them all.
As I put on these favorite earrings, I told myself it was a bad idea. I was going to be dancing and who knows what else. It was foolish to think they would stay in my ears. But I am also a fool by nature. And so off I went with unsecured earrings.
I lost one. I was devastated.
A few days later, I noticed I was friends on the Social with a server from the pub where I lost said earring. You'd think I'd have known that, but I am remarkably unobservant about my Social for a girl who is casually obsessed with it. But I digress.
I sent this boy a message asking if anyone had found my earring. He sweetly looked and replied back with the bad news. I joked because that is what I do, and we started a conversation.
We went on a date. I was delighted.
See, besides having no accessory sense, I also have no guy sense. I somehow consistently attract men who immediately fall for me and assume that I could possibly do the same even though they have the personality of a stale ham sandwich ... without cheese.
I was in desperate need of no complications. Who better to fuck around and have fun with than a guy who was somewhat known for, well, having fun.
And so we went on another date. And another. And then a bunch more.
So hey, I lost an earring, but I was having a great time because of it. That lessened the blow a bit until something absolutely unexpected and — quite frankly — unbelievable happened.
No. I did not find the earring just sitting on my bedroom floor, although that is totally something I would do.
No. I found the guy I had given up looking for. You know, the one who makes all those inane love songs make sense. The one who makes you laugh and look forward to every moment you spend with them. The one who restores your faith in, well, everything ... except earrings without backs.
Am I saying that the universe lost my favorite earring on purpose, knowing it would lead me to my favorite guy? Or even that it sent that first guy who was a complete arse because he would give me earrings I would subsequently lose on my path to finding the perfect guy?
No. But I am saying that I no longer give a shite about that earring, and that is about as romantically optimistic as one can get.
And so, if you are searching for that one guy who can fill your empty heart with laughter and love in a way you didn't think possible, I suggest you lose an earring. (I have one you can borrow.)
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