RachVo

So, my new roommate, Addison, moved in this past weekend and with him, he brought the best invention to grace God's great Earth - TiVo. Oh how we love it. Last night, I spent two full hours programming in my favorite shows for the fall premiere season and games for the onslaught of football season. Then, I sat and watched two episodes of CSI (the original, of course) in less than 1.5 hours!! It's so lovely to be able to fast forward through all the crap that you don't want to watch, like the opening credits, end credits, and, of COURSE, the commercials.

So, as my lard ass is sitting on the couch bug-eyed mesmerized with the tv and it's new best friend, TiVo, I started to think. (Although, it took a while for my brain pistons to begin firing.) Why can't men and relationships have their own TiVo?

Think about how fantastic it would be to fast forward through all the garbage that come with men and relationships (and I KNOW men are all about TiVo for women, but, that's not what I'm discussing because I'm a chick, and that's what counts). He doesn't call for 3 days after the first date? Well, just fast forward through the anxiety and the staring-at-the-phone-waiting-for-it-to ring and onto the actual call. Can't stand the grey area of being in the purgatory that is the time between first date and the "us" conversation? Go ahead and TiVo on up to the conversation. Got your heart broken by some douchebag with no sense of priorities or maturity or beauty? TIVO. Go ahead - fast forward to that awesome day when you realize that you can do without him. Ahhhh, life would be so simple.

I've even come up with a name for the "relationship TiVo": RachVo.

What? Is that self-centered and conceited? To bad suckers. As Lesley Gore once sang, "It's my party and I can cry if I want to."

If only life were that simple. Or maybe, perhaps, the parts in between can actually be the parts that make life and relationships worth exploring. Chew on that one for a while.....