Photo by Iliana Kanellopoulou featured by Curated By Girls So you’ve made the jump and moved to one of the creative epicenters of our world – whether it be London, Paris, Berlin, New York or Milan, there is one thing you should know: you are in danger.
Artists are prowling the streets, smoking rollies on the corners of every semi-gentrified emigrant neighborhood; they smell like broken showers, cheap powdered laundry soap and soaked beans (an affliction that comes from living with seven vegan roommates). You’ve found him: a Carhartt-wearing Jesus with a paintbrush and you’ve made a date (he canceled three times, reason: artist problems).
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We shoot for the infinite sky and explore the cosmos with the utmost aspiration and intent for happiness and success. Will we make like Journey and never stop believing? We’re not exactly clingy -- number six explains why – but are obsessed with making you happy and satisfied and always in some sort of constant state of bliss.
We are the ones wanting to direct movies, work for "Rolling Stone," play in a rock band, travel the world, write bestselling novels, etc. I’m not saying we’re all John Cusack in "Say Anything" or Julia Roberts in "Runaway Bride," but we will do little things to make you happy, like take you out to see concerts, bring home dinner, buy you things, introduce you to our favorite shows/movies, etc.
You leave them a list of chores to do – they turn it into an installation and try to sell it to you when you get in from work. You will begin to crave simplicity – like prints from Ikea and paintings of dogs playing cards. Say goodbye to your art-based hobby – they don’t like the competition. You will beg your friends or family to buy something. You become used to pausing halfway through sex because they become ‘inspired’. Everything they loved last night, they will hate the next day. When they say ‘It’s awful, I’m terrible, I should quit’ you’re not supposed to agree. Their mantra is ‘rules were made to be broken’ so, yes, they will smoke in your parents’ bathroom when you visit for the weekend. You will pretend to like their latest installation just to get sex.
Throughout my life, my 'type' in guy world has varied: from frat boys to anarchists, I have basically been attracted to every and any kind of guy. Probably, but I like to think of it as being open-minded to different kinds of experience.
There is something incredibly sexy about somebody who has a creative talent.
Nothing in this world is truly romantic; it’s only interpreted as such. I’m not discouraging the practice of dating one – trust me, I don’t want to die alone – but take this article as a warning for what you are getting yourself into.
I won’t sugarcoat anything, seeing as premature disappointment is always preferable to eventual heartbreak.
But now it’s time to make a personal decision: should you ever date an artist?
No matter what type of artist you fall for, the egocentric realist, the ego-less surrealist, the crazed cubist or the boring modernist, know this: love in reality is weird.