Jen: Another ‘nice’ blog post

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

Nice biscuits are apparently very nice indeed. There can be no other explanation for the fact that the number one search term that draws readers to this blog is not ‘love’, or ‘dating’, or ‘sex’, it’s… ‘nice biscuits’. Good thing I wrote a piece about biscuity men a few months back then!

Today’s post is not an attempt to draw yet more readers to Beau Dacious through the shameless use of the term ‘nice biscuits’ (did you hear that, SEO bot? I said NICE BISCUITS). Rather, it is about the concept of niceness and how actually, being nice in a relationship can be a woman’s downfall.

Here’s the thing. Apparently men want a mental challenge and nice girls, well, they just don’t provide that. The nice girl thinks she’s doing herself a favour by meeting – and even exceeding – her man’s needs, often at the expense of her own. She makes herself available at all times, is caring, considerate and thoughtful and avoids conflict like the plague.

Unfortunately, being nice does not reap the rewards she expects. Instead of stoking the fire of her partner’s passion, reminding him how darn lucky he is, this behaviour simply tells her guy that he doesn’t need to do anything in order to deserve her. Or keep her. And when he stops trying to earn her, she starts feeling neglected. Which is when the nice girl becomes the needy, whiny girl.

The worst part of all of this? Realising that you, yes YOU, are that nice girl.

Well, that’s been my recent discovery anyway. Which is not to say that I am Pollyanna, but when I am in a relationship, I am nice to the point of losing myself. As Liz Gilbert so accurately puts it in her bestseller Eat, Pray, Love: “I am a permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my money, my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my dog’s time –everything. If I love you, I will protect you from your own insecurity. I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities that you never actually cultivated in yourself. I will give you the sun and the moon and if they are not available I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more until I am so exhausted and depleted that the only way can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.”

Makes you want to throw up a little bit, doesn’t it?

So what’s a girl to do? Well, this nice girl has been reading Why men love bitches. The title is, I think, misleading, as this is not an instructional manual on how to be an absolute cow, it’s a guide to regaining your independence and remaining true to yourself and your needs. As with any book of this nature, much of the advice is to be taken with a pinch of salt, but it has helped me identify some of my behaviour patterns which, quite frankly, are not doing me any favours.

The upshot? I have made a conscious decision, not to be less nice as such, but to be nicer to myself. To be a little more demanding when it comes to relationship ROI. My fellow blogger Cisca said something recently that really stuck with me. She said that she distinguishes between “I love you” and “I give you my liver I love you”. I am not going to hold back on loving, something I do quite freely, but from now on, that liver – it won’t be coming free!

Jen: Pretoria – where Oscars come from

At first I thought Martin Scorsese should do it. After all, isn’t he the director’s director? I briefly contemplated Ben Affleck too – hey, he got kudos at the BAFTAS and is steadily making a name for himself as more than just that actor who started out in Good Will Hunting. But it soon became clear that only Roger Michell would do.

"I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

“I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

For those not in the know, Roger Michell is the chap who directed the movie Notting Hill. T’was he who gave us that achingly simple scene where Julia Roberts stands in front of Hugh Grant and says “I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

Sigh.

And since I have spent the better part of the past six weeks trying – but failing – to come up with a celluloid-worthy love scene so powerful that it would knock my idea of sense into the man-who-was-my-mister, I figure it’s time to bring in a pro, a real live cinematic master. I consider the aforementioned Julia scene a good enough CV, but what really sealed it for me was learning that Mr Roger Michell, though described as an English film director, was born in…wait for it…my home town of Pretoria in South Africa!

Until last week, Pretoria was perhaps not a very familiar name to those not in some way associated with South Africa. Thanks to the Valentine’s Day drama around one Oscar Pistorius, this has changed quite dramatically and now Pretoria features daily in international media. Given that the subject of my affections also hails from Pretoria it seems only right that we keep my movie local. It’s lekker that way.

So why a movie? Well, because except in very rare anti-Hollywood cases, they tend to have happy endings. And to get there, there is frequently a defining moment when the girl or boy of the girl-meets-boy story does or says something so incredible or profound that not only does s/he win the heart of the subject of his/her affection, but any heart within a 50 mile radius too! And blerrie hell, that’s what I need!

I know it goes against all logic, and you would think that for an intelligent woman who has just re-read Eat, Pray, Love – which should surely be labelled a text book for love – and is making her way, somewhat reluctantly, though It’s called a break-up because it’s broken that I would know to steer clear of Hollywood-style gestures in the face of contradictory fact. I believe it’s called ‘(wo)man up and move on’. But apparently I am the most irrationally persistent woman on the planet, and a drama queen, and in the same way that I want my sunset, I want my Hollywood ending too!

So, Mr Roger Michell, I hereby submit a formal request for you to come and direct an iconic love scene for my life. A scene so effective, so utterly compelling that not only will it win over the heart of a certain skabenga* from Pretoria, it might even win me an Oscar (no, not the one from Pretoria). I’ve even done some research, trawling the internet for inspirational quotes to get you started. I found myself unexpectedly touched by a line from Spongebob Squarepants wherein Spongebob asks his friend Patrick “what do you usually do after I leave?” and Patrick answers “wait for you to come back”. I know he’s only a cartoon sponge in shorts, but that’s good sh*t!

So, what do you reckon, are you in or does this stuff really only happen in the movies?

*Skabenga: South African term for a rascal or scallywag.

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