Yes James, there is a purpose for the "player." The bad boy.
He is wanted, not just because he can't be caught, he can't be tamed;
he is sometimes wanted because he serves a purpose.
He serves a need.
Certainly, and usually, he serves to be of a sex toy.
A chew toy.
He gives a woman back some of her power.
Makes a woman feel as though she is the most beautiful (a mature player) creature alive, which is useful and necessary after a bad relationship.
Or a good relationship gone bad.
He's the chew toy for the woman who finds herself, alone, after a very long relationship - the only relationship she's ever known.
He brings back the spark in a woman's eyes, a spark she was sure was gone and dead;
He brings life to the party, when yes....we thought the world was over.
We thought no one could ever be attracted to us.
We thought we could be with no one else.
After all, we thought it was forever.
And then it was over.
The Player, The Bad Boy.
He serves a necessary purpose.
Looking for my Dance Partner....
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Hot Crush Gone Gone
Turns out, my Hot Crush broke up with his "girlfriend" about 2-3 weeks ago.
I think I really am kind of over him.
I still acknowledge that I had this crush, and see why I did -
though the thought of pursuing him? just isn't there.
When I said to my friend last night, I "wonder" why they broke up (mind you, I don't know that I care, though curious)..... she said "because they were BORED with each other."
Every time they were seen out together, they both looked BORED.
It's only been 2 months - give or take - since I accepted that he was dating someone else and I had to let go of ....my crush? Since it has always been my practice to move on as soon as I found out a guy I liked was unavailable.
In the process I've found others to crush on....
Others far MORE worthy of my affections.
Others that I actually have contact with -
That something might just develop.
I think I really am kind of over him.
I still acknowledge that I had this crush, and see why I did -
though the thought of pursuing him? just isn't there.
When I said to my friend last night, I "wonder" why they broke up (mind you, I don't know that I care, though curious)..... she said "because they were BORED with each other."
Every time they were seen out together, they both looked BORED.
It's only been 2 months - give or take - since I accepted that he was dating someone else and I had to let go of ....my crush? Since it has always been my practice to move on as soon as I found out a guy I liked was unavailable.
In the process I've found others to crush on....
Others far MORE worthy of my affections.
Others that I actually have contact with -
That something might just develop.
Love Will Find a Way
It's kind of turned into a depressing Memorial Day Weekend. Then again, maybe it's not suppose to be a celebration weekend, as we "remember" those that died for our freedom, those that fought and fought hard for our freedom.....
It is rainy out and that is joyous! because we've been like Texas for the past 2 months and in the north, that just isn't normal. We need moisture.
Three and a half weeks ago, I had 3 crushes. I had been at that juncture before, 3 fish. 3 possibilities. And seen them all disappear without me doing a darn thing.
How does that happen? Why does it happen?
As I logged in, to write this morning, I re-read an earlier post - 2 posts ago. About "No, We Can't be friends." Of how sometimes friendship isn't possible. It just isn't. NOT because the 2 people involved aren't worthy of friendship, and even friendship with each other. Just because it simply isn't in the cards.
A friend of mine asked the other day, when I was talking with her, about Tom. Have I seen him? No, not since a course I was taking that he was a presenter and Host for, ended. Not because I haven't wanted to see him. That was 3 weeks ago. That was before so many things.
My friend said, "well, if it's meant to be, then you will run into each other."
Certainly get tired of running into people that could be, only to not be. Tired of my "poor" timing. And yet a new part of me says, "it isn't MY timing, it's the timing of the universe." Some people, some relationships, aren't meant to be. Not because of you, not because of him. Because God, the Universe, a Higher Power, has a different plan for you.
As another friend shared not too long ago:
Being single doesn't mean nobody wants you, it means God is busy writing your Love Story.
It still hurts. It still gets tiring. It still makes me wonder WHEN?
It is rainy out and that is joyous! because we've been like Texas for the past 2 months and in the north, that just isn't normal. We need moisture.
Three and a half weeks ago, I had 3 crushes. I had been at that juncture before, 3 fish. 3 possibilities. And seen them all disappear without me doing a darn thing.
How does that happen? Why does it happen?
As I logged in, to write this morning, I re-read an earlier post - 2 posts ago. About "No, We Can't be friends." Of how sometimes friendship isn't possible. It just isn't. NOT because the 2 people involved aren't worthy of friendship, and even friendship with each other. Just because it simply isn't in the cards.
A friend of mine asked the other day, when I was talking with her, about Tom. Have I seen him? No, not since a course I was taking that he was a presenter and Host for, ended. Not because I haven't wanted to see him. That was 3 weeks ago. That was before so many things.
My friend said, "well, if it's meant to be, then you will run into each other."
Certainly get tired of running into people that could be, only to not be. Tired of my "poor" timing. And yet a new part of me says, "it isn't MY timing, it's the timing of the universe." Some people, some relationships, aren't meant to be. Not because of you, not because of him. Because God, the Universe, a Higher Power, has a different plan for you.
As another friend shared not too long ago:
Being single doesn't mean nobody wants you, it means God is busy writing your Love Story.
It still hurts. It still gets tiring. It still makes me wonder WHEN?
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
The First Flowers
May I always remember the first flowers that you sent me,
they weren't in a vase,
they weren't in water,
they weren't even on my door step.
They came as attachments,
in an email,
on the 8th of May.
They arrived like most flowers do,
as a surprise,
something least expected,
simple
and yet so pretty.
There they stood,
in their natural habitat
somewhere in Northern Montana.
Simple,
lovely,
very pretty.
My heart warmed
a smile arose from my mouth,
I thought how sweet
how pretty,
how...WOW!
May I always remember the first flowers that you sent me,
after I hold flowers in my hand from you,
and not compare,
not wonder,
not question,
if a flower shows up,
again,
online.
they weren't in a vase,
they weren't in water,they weren't even on my door step.
They came as attachments,
in an email,
on the 8th of May.
They arrived like most flowers do,
as a surprise,
something least expected,
simple
and yet so pretty.
There they stood,
in their natural habitat
somewhere in Northern Montana.
Simple,
lovely,
very pretty.
My heart warmed
a smile arose from my mouth,
I thought how sweet
how pretty,
how...WOW!
May I always remember the first flowers that you sent me,
after I hold flowers in my hand from you,
and not compare,
not wonder,
not question,
if a flower shows up,
again,
online.
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