A "Holly Golightly"?

About a year and a half ago I was going through kind of a romantic down patch following the end of a fairly long relationship. I was visiting a friend of mine when her father sympathetically told me that I was a “Holly Golightly”. He said that there is a type of guy who finds Holly Golightlys interesting, and perhaps even attractive, and that I had nothing to worry about. I did not know what he was talking about, but I figured it was more of a compliment than an insult. I probably thought that a Holly Golightly was a type of holly that turned a brighter shade of green in the summertime and he was using it as a kind of metaphor. Still, even though I found what he said confusing, I never quite forgot it.

A few evenings ago I was over at my parents’ house and when I arrived, my mother was just starting to watch an old movie. The film was Breakfast At Tiffany’s. With nothing better to do, I sat back on the sofa and began watching it too. I figured I’d stick around for a half hour or so and then head back to my apartment.

Somewhere in that first half hour I heard the name of the main, female character. The name sounded familiar somehow, but it really did not register for a while. Then suddenly the proverbial light came on and I recalled where I had heard “Holly Golightly”.

To put it simply, Holly Golightly was an energetic, fun-loving, somewhat airheadish woman who wanted both romance and independence. In the end she found she could not have both so she chose romance. I would know because I sat right there next to my mother and saw every minute of that movie.

When the movie ended I felt really weird. I started wondering if I really am a Holly Golightly. Now a few days later I have come to the conclusion that perhaps there’s a little of Holly Golightly in me somewhere. I should just be glad I wasn’t compared to that crazy woman in the movie Fatal Attraction. I’d still be freaked out.

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