Today I decided to talk about something different, something that seems to be in the back of a lot of singles minds; LOVE. It is a many splendored thing isn’t it? A peculiar thing if you ask me.

Love comes in many forms: friendship, respect, fiery passion, last forever, unrequited, lover, girlfriend, wife, mistress, husband, boyfriend, friend with benefits… and all the spectrums of craziness in between.  But, in the end, timing is everything.

We say we are looking for love, that we want love; cause love makes us happy, it makes us smile a little bigger, love tickles our stomachs and makes us do nice things. But love also terrifies the hell out of most of us as we remember the ramifications of what a broken heart can bring and the fear of rejection.

Ah, the cursed broken heart that tears on those heart strings, sending any person running to hide back behind their impenetrable walls. I’ve definitely been on both sides of the fence with this one.

You meet someone nice, cool, have great conversations, can actually see yourself spending time with; which in such a rapid paced world, time is limited and opening up those extra moments to share with someone means something. And then, dun dun duh…. the fear storms in, sending everything into a scivvy.

All of sudden one of the parties starts to pull away with no warning. Questions are asked, excuses are given: ‘Oh, I’ve been so busy, my life is crazy right now, work is really taking up most of my time’… I’ve not only heard them all, I’ve used most of them as well.

Usually things go two ways:
-you can walk away telling yourself, ‘they really didn’t deserve you’
-you can make a complete fool of yourself.

Which, I suggest when choosing the latter, do it when sober. What seems like a good thing to say on that second glass of wine or third cocktail, might not be so witty or important when you wake the next morning with a slight aching in your brain asking yourself,
Oh god, did I send that text?

Sometimes the complete fool wins out through sheer persistence and you end up being a great love story;  sometimes you move on and sometimes, you end up living with that gnawing feeling of ‘what if’.

I hate those ‘what ifs’, they drive me crazy.  It doesn’t happen often enough that you meet someone where all three elements collide: intelligence, personality, great sexual energy.  Add in a really nice butt, eyes that can melt you, and a mutual respect for each other, and like Andrew Dice Clay says, “bada bing bada boom”…

It’s all a game.  People say they don’t play games, they don’t want drama, they want things to be mellow; but it’s rare those statements are the reality, even with the best of intentions. Playing it cool gets frustrating really quick.

People are afraid to be honest and therein lies the game. As you get older moving out of your carefree twenties, through the thirties and into your forties, two general things happen; the carefree is traded in for responsibility and you become more ‘picky’. Though we all know that ‘being picky’ is really just not dealing with all the bullshit you did when you were younger.

I see it all the time, in all types of relationships. I am a firm believer in being honest and upfront, which at times hasn’t made me many friends; none-the-less, it’s what I have been taught. At least you know what you’re getting yourself into or out of with honesty. When someone tells you, this is how it is, you then have the choice to pursue or fallback. But the wishwashiness of the continued ‘maybe’ is just leading someone on.

Now, like I have said, I have been on both sides of the coin and not always have taken my own advice. I’ve wishwashed before and now in hindsight can see that I was too afraid to be honest with myself and with the other person.

If I really like the person, I start asking myself:

What if he finds out I’m this crazy passionate gluten free girl with ADD who runs before she crawls and tends to say inappropriate, but witty things? That I still believe in the fairytale and happily ever after, even though most people think it doesn’t exist.

Will he still like me? Will he run? Will he take me into his arms and kiss me like Tom Cruise kissed Kelly McGuillis in Top Gun after he takes off on his motorcycle and she chases him?

Plus, I can be such a pouty bitch sometimes… I suppose we all have our idiosyncrasies.

Finding the perfect person is finding someone whose imperfections makes them perfect for you. Someone you can talk to about anything, feel comfortable with in those silent moments, laugh with until you cry and cry with until you laugh. Someone you can dance in front of with no music and not feel like a complete dork, even though deep down that is exactly what you are and they are ok with it.

I know ‘happily every after’ takes work and sacrifice, it’s not like you get to see Cinderella arguing with Prince Charming or cleaning up his throw-up after a bout with the flu. But that is the reality; the fairytale within the reality.

There are many people out there who no longer love their significant other but stay for money, fear, kids or the myriad of other reasons they might have. People who’ve stopped working at their love and let it slip away; inviting wandering eyes.

Some say that love is blind, but we all know that it isn’t.  The blindness is either the refusal to see the truth or being able to see it and loving them in spite of it. I believe that if we were all blind, we might pick very different partners to fall in love with. Imagine that for a moment, love based completely on basic needs; leaving your imagination to create the visual.
(Enlightening Exercise for Couples Here)

An abundance of change and the sheer lack of time most seem to have; can throw love thoughts or meeting someone or moving to the next level in a relationship, on the back burner. We can’t let these get in the way or let fear get the best of us. Because when you do find that ‘perfect someone’ with intelligence, personality and great sexual energy, who makes this crazy world seem a little less insane, forever sneaks up on you awful quick.

Keep our hearts open, make yourself available, be honest with the expectations of love you want, need in your life and choose to not settle for anything less. 




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  1. December 31, 2013

    Awesome post and a great way to round off 2013. I hope that love will come my way in 2014. I hope to find a partner in college that accepts my celiac disease needs and me. Even more so, though, I hope that I can find true love for myself, flaws, screwed up intestines, and all. That’s my 2014 resolution. :)

    • December 31, 2013

      Thank you Casey and I wish you the best also in 2014. Loving yourself is first & foremost. We are all screwed up in one way or another, it’s easier when you remember that :) Happy New Year


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