Reason One: We would rarely see one another.
“Oh, are you busy tonight?”
“Are you busy every day for the next year?”
“Okay. See you a year and a day from now?”
“On second thought, I might be busy then.”
Case in point.
Reason Two: We would be more in love with our work (read: fictional characters) rather than each other.
“I love my current protagonist.”
“Oh yeah? Right now, I love my antagonist.”
“Do you love me?”
“Not as much as I love my antagonist, no.”
“That’s okay. The feeling is mutual. I love my protagonist more than I’ll ever love you.”
That’s one healthy relationship.
Reason Three: We would be poor separately but penniless together.
“So uh, are you paying for this?”
“I thought you were.”
“I don’t have any cash with me.”
“Neither do I.”
“Well we could always starve, live on the streets, and wear the clothes on our backs for the rest of our lives.”
What a bright future we have together.
I have reached the end of this post, which is a little different from my normal ones. I know I’m being dramatic and exaggerating the truth. That’s the whole point. Of course most of you know I don’t mean to offend or insult anyone. Especially all the lovely writers reading this.
I originally wrote this post for fun (more like my sanity), but now I’m starting to think dating another writer wouldn’t be so bad. We’d both pursue our dreams, enjoy what we do, and go through hardships like any couple. This entire post is wildly inaccurate. I may just rename it to…