I usually know exactly what I want to write...it's all layed out in my brain. The thoughts flow as smoothly as Lake Lady Bird smack dab in the middle of Austin. However, right between the log on to this sexy lil' blog spot and the "click here to create a new post"; my brain says: You don't know what you want to say, you are just as mixed up as this cheese/salsa dip being passed in front of me. Allow me to begin with an impromptu poem that was just dropped into my spirit:
Start-Just as certain of the Moons return in the evening...I was certain of my path.
Then amidst the afternoon breeze and the expectency of said moon; then sun begged to play, yet, just a little more. You suprised me with your presence. Unexpectedly, your eager smile and eyes taunted me. I had to have you. And now as the days grow shorter and the nights longer, you have become part of me. I love you so much that I hate you. I hate how you have squirmed your way into an area which was deemed off limits. I hate how you have planted your flag on my moon; and refuse to move it. You love me so much that I feel guilty when I fight it. Is this indefinite? OR Is this just another attempt to break me into pieces so small that even a microscope couldn't detect once love was finished with me? And because there is no way to really know, I am going to give this my all. I will love as much as I can.Hmmm-Finish
Most of my friends are single as a piece of Kraft cheese. They miss our evenings of wine, sushi (or deep fried somethings) and laughs. I miss it too. But we're all evolving. Somewhere between Fall and Winter, I gained a plus 1.5 and while it is new and at times overwhelming and uncomfortable, I like it. No scratch that, I love it. (Please stay) I listened to one of the Fantastic Four's recent love stories from hell, and all I could do was shake my head. Oh yeah, and of my close buddies is sleeping with a man that I am 76.3% certain that is well GAY....Ahhh. I wrote a small list of why "dating is a crock of old nuts"
1. People aren't forthright. If you say you like someone and you are interested in them....uh, shouldn't you uh want to see and spend time with them? Who the heezy has time to figure out all of the mixed messages?
2. There are too many sexually confused people out there? "I'm gay." "I'm not not gay"...Geesh Oh and let's not discuss the downlow stupid sacks of crap who put themselves and others in danger of things like, I don't know...S-T-D's!!
3. No Sex. You can't trust everyone; plus when you are dating, you always accidently get that bad sex evening. You know all of that breathing and panting, but it doesn't come from you; then you leave them in the bed naked in the middle of the night to call your girls and they can laugh at you. Blah
Anyway, being single is fun and free. But I'd rather my 1.5. I am wishing my girls genuine love and peace; because they are so wonderful and deserve it. However, I know that good things do come, with time....so for now, we exercise patience and love for self.
Let me leave you with this:
1. Love is great.
2. Love makes my nerves bad; and is definitely a mental illness.
3. There is no 3, but I really wanted to see 3, numbers.
Peace :)
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