… as long as you do not stop.

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.

My Ex-Boyfriend’s Wedding

Photo Credit: Kristyn Hogan

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.

He was cheating on me. I wish I could tell you I didn’t know, but as women, we always know. We feel it. Guys aren’t as good at covering their tracks as they think they are.

Quizás

Whats with you?
Have you lost the taste for my hot chocolate?
Un pisquito de miel es mi toque especial,
El que le da el colorsito que te encanta,
Y el sabor caramelito… plus a secret ingredient.
¿Si te acuerdas como te encantaba?

Developed a taste for cafe con leche.
Looks more like leche con cafe.
Bland, Blanched and Baptized,
None of the creaminess you claimed to love
About my hot, hot chocolate.

Ya no te inspiran las ventanas de mi profundo mar,
Mysteriously Deep, Intriguingly Complex,
With so much life calmly swimming underneath
My tormented surface.
Te acuerdas como te mesia dentro de mis olas fria y tibias a la vez,
Y tu feliz de embriagarte de ellas
Ahora nadas dentros de lagos azul verdozos
Aqua seafoam, algae, lagoon
A mi me parecen aguas estancadas,
Y no la calma que vez tu.
Me decias que no te gustaban las piscinas
Falsas,
Chlorinated,
Pero ya no nadas en las ventanas de mi profundo mar.
You stare into the horizon and miss the point completely.

Como es que te gusta tanto algo que es tan diferente a lo que yo te ofreci?
Quizas yo he cambiado mi forma de cocinar,
y tu tus gustos al nadar…
Quizás.

Give it all to me…

Photo Credit: Dan Dangler

I don’t need to be teased.
Giving me just enough to appease.
Just good enough was never good enough for me.
Save it.
Small quantities do not satiate,
they frustrate
me.
Appetizer love leaves me hungry. Wanting more…
Save it.
Little scraps will not calm the beast.
I want to feast.
I want it all.
Anything else is nothing.
Nothing else will do.
Save it.

Hump Day Confession: How I Got My Groove Back

Hello Lovers!

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?”

Untitled (Let Me Love You)

Credit: Artist – Leonid Afremov

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.
Just explore,
Find out more…
about you, about me.
about ourselves.
Already took the first step
All you gotta do is take the next.
Will you? Let me love you.

No Hard Feelings…

 

(Photo credit: he(art)geek)

Give me something, feasible, viable…. What is this plan of yours? Give me something tangible, something I can hold, something I can touch and touches me. Words remain for a fleeting moment and are carried away by the wind, as if the syllables had never been breathed from someone’s lips. A brief mental lapse. Give me something real so that I never have any doubt.

3 Reasons Why Great Women Stay in Bad Relationships

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.

 

Love & Dating: Isn’t it Ironic?

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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. 

Lost in Translation

 (Photo credit: Conanil)

I wrote this many years ago, circa 2007, a young ingenue exploring the differences in communication styles between men and women. I confess, I was drunk when I wrote this….