This trip back “home” really threw off me off my game for the Social Media Club South Florida Blog Off. By this point, I would have given up… Reminds me of every time I’ve resolved to eat better and invariably, “messed up.” That ONE french fry ruined my entire diet, so why not just go ahead and eat the entire order, right? *smile* I didn’t have to do that. I could just start again… Just because we didn’t keep the diet exactly right, didn’t work out as long as we planned, or blog every day, doesn’t mean we should stop. It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop and you keep moving forward.
I walked my cheating ex-boyfriend‘s wife down the aisle and gave her away…. at least, that’s what happened in my dream.
Let me backtrack…
A few years ago, I dated a man who was essentially living a double life. I don’t know what else to call it. One where he was in a committed long-term relationship, shared a home, a life, a dog, sleepy Sundays and football with his family. The other, where he was a single philandering S.O.B. He brought women to our house when I was at work, claimed that the hair bands on the bathroom door (and any other female paraphernalia) belonged to his sister as he complained about how he is such a “nice guy” who can’t seem to find someone. He was a compulsive liar… a very convincing one at that. So much so, I’m convinced he’s a psychopath.
I don’t need to be teased.
Giving me just enough to appease.
Just good enough was never good enough for me.
Small quantities do not satiate,
Appetizer love leaves me hungry. Wanting more…
Little scraps will not calm the beast.
I want to feast.
I want it all.
Anything else is nothing.
Nothing else will do.
I received an email earlier this week from a guy asking for relationship advice. It started something like this:
My brother and I both love and are very committed to our girlfriends – but both of our girlfriends could be categorized as needy of our attention.
My brother tried to communicate his need for space to his girlfriend, not because he wants to “pursue other options” but because he’s both just getting settled into school and potentially being hired at [a new job].
Her: “Aren’t you happy?”
Him: “Yes, I am.”
Her: “Then why do you need space?”
Let me love you, baby.
I’m not saying it’s going to be a walk in the park.
But maybe…. *smile*
It will be,
Just that simple.
Just to walk with you…
for a little while
or a long while.
It’s not a walk down an aisle,
just a path, a journey…
Together if you so desire.
No destination in mind.
Take our time and stroll.
Find out more…
about you, about me.
Already took the first step
All you gotta do is take the next.
Will you? Let me love you.
I’m sure you have a friend — awesome, successful, beautiful, got it goin’– (maybe it’s you) that is dating that guy you perceive as a loser, when clearly, she could totally do better. Maybe you’ve already told her and she KNOWS the guy is bad news… So what’s keeping her there? Good news is, she’s not entirely bat shit crazy. Here are some reasons why she hasn’t pulled the plug on Mr. Sexo-DeadBeat.
I was reading a post today from my buddy David Berry titled “The Late 20’s Dating Disaster, which got some legitimate LOL’s out of me.
…After aggressively damaging the female population’s perception of men for the better part of five years, men start wondering why girls are so jaded towards them and, ironically, desperate to marry them. Continue reading
I almost wanted to go a bit abstract and say music was my first love. That’s my “go-to” and what I always fall back on. It grounds me. Then, I thought of God and my family, where I’ve really learned the meaning of unconditional love. But I know what the subject implies…. What you REALLY want to know is the juicy stuff…
Boys. 😉 Continue reading
I have had this blog up for some time and I have to admit… I haven’t been as diligent as I’d like to be. I stumbled across Miss Taylor Cast‘s blog post on twitter where she, too, was taking the 30 Day Blogging Challenge. I thought it was a brilliant idea. So, to that end, I’m starting tomorrow (officially). Continue reading