The weekly magazines are full of stories and articles about how women are supposed to find a husband.When I’m bored and in need of a good giggle, I read this useless propaganda and laugh at just how clueless all these female columnists are. Let me take a few minutes to set the record straight.First, if you are struggling to find a husband…there is something wrong with you. Now, your propaganda magazines have been telling you that men are commitment phobic, they are liars and useless; but lets be honest here, which is more likely…that there is something wrong with 150 million men or there is something wrong with one woman, you?Your newspaper or magazine cant tell you this because it has a commercial interest in not pissing you off. However the truth is when a product isn't doing terribly well in the market, the sales team doesn't blame the consumers for being ignorant, stupid or whatever; they either blame the product or the sales & marketing strategy.So, dear lady…how have you been selling yourself? What is your marketing strategy? Do you think you are going to be picked off the shelf and placed in the basket of matrimony if you are always hanging out with that coven of witches you call your friends? The ones who intimidate any man who even approaches your table?YOU want YOU to get married. He isn't going to walk the whole lot of you down the aisle. Finding a husband isn't a team sport, its down to you and just you. Trust me, even if she is your twin sister and loves you like crazy; if another woman decides that the perfect man for you is also the perfect man for her, she will either snatch him up faster than you can say Jerry Springer or make sure it bombs so that you remain as miserable as her. Drinking yourself into a stupor every Friday and Saturday night doesn't exactly make you look like marriage material.It seem like every woman has a picture of a drink on their hand. Neither will any product (you) do well in the market if the sales team (you) reeks of desperation. Nagging and whining only tells a man that he is watching a mere preview of what life will be like if he walks down the aisle with you.You want a man? Invest in a good wardrobe, dress well. Get out of your comfort zone and your routine. And when a man comes over to you smile and be polite. Even if he doesn't fit your mental image of ‘your man’.
That's another thing. Women come to the table with so many preconceptions. By the time a woman is 18 she already has an image of her perfect man that includes height, body type, voice etc. When a man is 18 the only thing on his list is that she would be a woman. As time goes by the woman adds more and more things to her list such that by the time she is dating for marriage not a single man alive can meet her exacting standards.
Getting a husband is like buying a house. Sure, you want to buy the 5 bedroom townhouse, but realistically you can only afford a three bedroom . And that's with a 25 year mortgage. Similarly, a woman must learn that if she wants to get married in this crazy country, she is going to have to be realistic.
Look at your list. You have specifications on height, tribe, income, occupation, what he drives, where he lives, where he schooled, his looks, social circle. Really, how much of that actually matters? Look at how men do it; we marry anywhere from a housemaid to a professor. A guy can have a taste for Cindy Crawford but marries Alek Wek. We don't come to the table with a list set in stone; if the deal is right we dump our criteria (and sometimes an incumbent wife-elect) and marry someone so unexpected even our closest friends are left stunned.
Stop coming to a relationship with a chip on your shoulder. If you believe ‘all men are bad, ‘men are dogs’ then it will become a self-fulfilling prophesy. No man is perfect; if you want to find a perfect man, you will have to do a Genesis chapter one and make him out of clay and breathe life into him. And even then, chances are he will still disappoint. Just ask the Big Guy.
You say you cant date an accountant coz they are ‘stingy with money’; but what if the perfect man for you is someone who can inject some much needed financial discipline into your ‘champagne lifestyle on a beer budget’ existence? You say you cant marry a blue-collar guy like a mechanic or a carpenter. Now, if a carpenter was good enough for Mary the mother of our Lord, why isnt one good enough for you?
Okay, so the guy is a little short, a little shy. He doesn't drive Big Deal. Don't be so focused on where he is now, look and see where he has the potential to be. Don't focus on some petty physical features that aren't up to your Mexican-soap-opera standards. Will he be faithful? Will he be a good father? Will he cherish and respect you?
What is the point of being beaten to a pulp every night by some rich, good looking, womanizing jerk? Why did you not marry that nice accountant in payroll who thought you were the moon and stars? Oh, I remember, coz you wanted your friends to see you on the arm of the successful plastic surgeon, who now beats and cheats on you so much that you are a laughing stock.
Do you want a future where you are sitting in traffic, in your BMW X5, Gucci sunglasses covering your black eye, and you look out of the window and you see accountant guy and his wife holding hands, laughing and giggling like newlyweds even after 12 years of marriage?
New York is full of good men. You just are so caught up daydreaming about your fantasy man that they are passing unnoticed before your very eyes. Don't be cynical, fussy and uptight. Improve the product and how it is marketed and demand for it will go through the roof.
And remember you are competing in a modern . If you cant cook, learn. Get over any hangups you have about cleaning. And for pete’s sake don't get yourself pregnant or fake a pregnancy.
Your perfect man is out there. He may not look like what you expected but if you give him a chance; the two of you will find joy, companionship and completion like you never thought possible.
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Friday, July 19, 2013
LOVE: HINDSIGHT IS 20-20
All The Single Ladies
“All the good ones are taken.” If you’re a single gal, or you’ve ever been a single gal, you’ve either
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“All the good ones are taken.” If you’re a single gal, or you’ve ever been a single gal, you’ve either
A) said this yourself, or
B) heard another single gal say it, and nodded your head in agreement.
Well, it’s not true. And? It’s offensive.
All The Single Fellas
I, personally, know of several upstanding, successful guys, who have been single for at least a year, minimum. Why? Because they’re waiting for the “right” lady to come along, and aren’t interested in dating, just for the sport of it. You heard me right: they are not looking for a hookup. They are looking for the real-deal. “Single, mature young men, without commitment issues? Openly looking for a long-term relationship?” They are not unicorns, ladies; they are real, and when you hear what they have to say, maybe you’ll think twice about all of that “all the good ones are taken” business.
It is hard enough being expected to be a respectful, godly, and upstanding man on one hand, and seeing the women that we are interested in often fall for the exact opposite of what they say they want. But it is completely maddening to see women fall for the same type of cheap objectification and destructive appeals to venal human nature that men have been plagued by for generations, and to have that celebrated as progress rather than being viewed for what it truly is: degrading
Hindsight is 20-20
How many times had I compromised myself in an attempt to win the affection of someone that was totally undeserving? How many times had I turned my back on what I knew was right, just because I wanted some cute girl to think I was cool? How many times had I made myself ultimately vulnerable to a woman who I knew wasn’t interested in me in a “real” way? Looking back on it, I see that I was looking to other people to define my value, rather than knowing my value, and standing firm on it.
If you allow an unworthy woman to define your value, do you know what your value will be? Zero. Nothing. Less than nothing. Disposable. And that’s exactly how I felt. And when you allow yourself to be treated as if you’re disposable, you begin to believe that you are disposable, so that when you do cross-paths with a really amazing, godly woman, you will not feel worthy of her affection. Not only that, but I’m convinced woman have a sixth-sense about this kind of thing; they can “smell” when a guy doesn’t value himself, and generally, they keep their distance. Like I said, the “good ones” are looking for the real-deal. Are you preparing yourself for that, or are you caught-up in pursuing girls who will ultimately treat you like you’re disposable? When you meet a “good one,” will she see a guy who knows his value and stands firm on it, or will she see a guy exhausted from chasing down the shadows of him self-worth?
Well, it’s not true. And? It’s offensive.
All The Single Fellas
I, personally, know of several upstanding, successful guys, who have been single for at least a year, minimum. Why? Because they’re waiting for the “right” lady to come along, and aren’t interested in dating, just for the sport of it. You heard me right: they are not looking for a hookup. They are looking for the real-deal. “Single, mature young men, without commitment issues? Openly looking for a long-term relationship?” They are not unicorns, ladies; they are real, and when you hear what they have to say, maybe you’ll think twice about all of that “all the good ones are taken” business.
It is hard enough being expected to be a respectful, godly, and upstanding man on one hand, and seeing the women that we are interested in often fall for the exact opposite of what they say they want. But it is completely maddening to see women fall for the same type of cheap objectification and destructive appeals to venal human nature that men have been plagued by for generations, and to have that celebrated as progress rather than being viewed for what it truly is: degrading
Hindsight is 20-20
How many times had I compromised myself in an attempt to win the affection of someone that was totally undeserving? How many times had I turned my back on what I knew was right, just because I wanted some cute girl to think I was cool? How many times had I made myself ultimately vulnerable to a woman who I knew wasn’t interested in me in a “real” way? Looking back on it, I see that I was looking to other people to define my value, rather than knowing my value, and standing firm on it.
If you allow an unworthy woman to define your value, do you know what your value will be? Zero. Nothing. Less than nothing. Disposable. And that’s exactly how I felt. And when you allow yourself to be treated as if you’re disposable, you begin to believe that you are disposable, so that when you do cross-paths with a really amazing, godly woman, you will not feel worthy of her affection. Not only that, but I’m convinced woman have a sixth-sense about this kind of thing; they can “smell” when a guy doesn’t value himself, and generally, they keep their distance. Like I said, the “good ones” are looking for the real-deal. Are you preparing yourself for that, or are you caught-up in pursuing girls who will ultimately treat you like you’re disposable? When you meet a “good one,” will she see a guy who knows his value and stands firm on it, or will she see a guy exhausted from chasing down the shadows of him self-worth?
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PERSONAL/LOVE: IT'S ABOUT YOU
My years of dating—have involved a lot of woman, short- and long- and mid-term. My longest relationship was my marriage...5 years . My shortest—minus the one-off hookups that we all know aren't "dates" at all—was somewhere in the range of two weeks. There have been certifiable crazies,the non-commital, the bitch and the stalker.
Their ages have ranged from nearly 12 years younger than me to going on 10 years older. At some point, I yelled at almost all of these women for not being "what I wanted," and, as we all do, turned to my friends for consolation and support. "Se doesn't deserve you," they would say, my own Greek chorus. "You're so much better than her."
If you're a single, heterosexual man of a certain age living in New York City, you've surely heard some version of the lament more times than you can count: "There are no good single women living in New York City! You've probably met more than a few aesthetically, shall we say, "uneven" couples, in which the man is short, pudgy, bald—or distractingly hirsute—with one of those pudding faces only a mother (or gold-digger) could love. He's impossibly rich, and his lady-friend could model for a living, and possibly does. Also, he cheats on her. Only in New York!
And you've probably heard, and maybe retold, the modern-day relationship folk tale of that friend of a friend who, after "unsuccessfully" dating in New York for years, met his amazing wife while living or vacationing in Austin, or Boston, or Paris, or Rio, and then brought her back—or moved there himself. Because, you know, you just can't find a decent woman in this city. It's impossible. Those who do it are the exception, not the rule. Ask anyone.
Maybe saying and hearing this makes single men feel better.The problem is, it's patently untrue. Worse, it's a cop-out.
Single women currently outnumber single men in New York by 149,219. This is based on data from the U.S. Census, which, it bears mentioning, does not ask to identify sexual orientation. Meanwhile, our fine city was recently ranked the top spot for single men to find a willing lady to smooch, and whatever else, on New Year's Eve,
If you're a single man who has moved to New York City, chances are it has to do with being good—even the best—at something. Hence the workaholics, status-aholics, power-aholics, and whatever else ambition breeds. Meanwhile, the streets are plentiful with ever more attractive women..
Take a "concept" like "He's Just Not That Into You," which puts blame squarely on the man's shoulders. How freeing: He is just not that into you! But at what point did we lose the capacity to be as "Just Not That Into You" as the men? If we're to expect a society in which men and women are truly considered equals, women have to accept their portion of the responsibility, and the blame.
Here's the deal, women of New York City: The so-called plight of the single lady? It's not about him. It's about you.
There was (and still is) something wrong with you. And it's the same thing that's "wrong" with pretty much every single woman in New York complaining she can't find a decent man, or who has perhaps even given up in pursuit of her own continued drama and mini-amusements with the kind of guys she'd never want to settle down with anyway (safer that way). So many woman think that all boys want is to hook up, which I don't think is true,
Everyone has to make choices. This isn't to say that if you want a successful career and to be a wife and a mom, you can't do it. Nor that you can't do it fairly well. But inevitably, you'll have to give up one thing for something else. Why should you settle? Because that's what all humans do when they make choices.
If Carrie Bradshaw were here and an actual person, she would say, "But what about the 'za-za-zoo'?" And after berating her for that corny terminology, I'd grudgingly agree that, yes, there needs to be something—call it magic, or a spark, or a connection—with regard to our romantic relationships. But the magic pales in comparison to the simplest, and yet most difficult, of things. Knowing what you want. It's timing, but it's more than that, because you dictate your own timing. You hold the cards.
If Carrie had wanted marriage and kids back in Season 4, she would have stuck with Aidan. Instead, she got panicked and neurotic and self-destructive and Carrie Bradshaw–esque, and started to have an affair with Big, who was clearly (until the unbelievable ending of the series) never going to marry her. Why do that to yourself? Because you aren't quite sure you want to get married, either. Because the grass is ever so mysteriously greener in the yard (does he even have a yard?) of the guy who doesn't want to marry you. And because it makes for good drama, or, at the very least, tragicomedy.
Still, at the end of the movie, or the TV series, everything gets wrapped up neatly and tied with a Tiffany-box bow. In the film version ofBreakfast at Tiffany's, Holly Golightly is eventually tamed by the love of a good man who has been there all along. In Working Girl, the girl gets her career-with-corner-office and Harrison Ford to pack her lunchbox. In The Apartment, Shirley MacLaine's character attempts suicide on account of Mr. Wrong, but in surviving finds her Mr. Right. Harry and Sally run through the relationship ropes course as enemies, friends, lovers, and enemies again, only to end up an old married couple. As do, of course, Carrie and Big. It all just seems to unfold, without anybody doing too much soul-searching or goal-plotting, much like a movie. A movie set in New York! This is what we're supposed to want.
People who have been married will tell you that it's not all butterflies and lying in the grass together clutching hands. It's actually work—not magic, and not the movies. Which means the dream we expect for ourselves drastically needs to be tempered with a dash of reality, a dose of self-reflection. Ultimately, marriage has more to do with knowing what you're looking for. Sure, there are a lot of guys out there that suck, but I don't think that's a New York–specific issue. There are all of these successful, smart, workaholic women who have their shit together and strong views and senses of who they are. Their expectations are a bit higher. And in New York, there's not this worry about being the only single person; they all have friends who are married, married with kids, divorced, single.
Fewer people are getting married than ever. According to a Pew Research poll published at the end of last year, about half of all adults in the U.S. are married, down from 72 percent in 1960. Four in 10 people consider marriage obsolete. At the same time that fewer of us are getting married, more people are doing it for love—. Love is not something that used to factor into marriages; it's a relatively modern concept. You might say we're spoiled by even expecting it, and that it's entirely unrelated to a social "institution" that was really about property and taxes and making sure you had enough kids to work the farm or protect the homestead way back when—not to mention one of the only socially acceptable ways for women to have sex.
But if you confessed to someone today that you'd married without "being in love," because you'd simply wanted to get married or have the financial foundation to start a family or maybe because you just didn't want to spend Sundays alone anymore, they would look at you with a horror akin to what you might bestow upon a person admitting to murder.
If there is a real and current plight of the single lady in New York City, it's not that New York men are so horrible. It's figuring out how to balance what you want and what you can get—in terms of love, marriage, and what each guy has to offer—against all of the options, including the imminent biological reality of your decreasing fertility. It's figuring out if you care about your fertility at all, and if you care about it in light of being—or not being—married. Because at some point, it will simply be too late to have kids.
At the same time, if you don't want children, then maybe you don't really want a husband, The fertility question is often a tipping point, and definitely a challenge for women,..Us...guys..are very motivated, and our career comes first. We are not under any age restriction, nor do they face the fertility reality. If that weren't an issue, I think women would keep playing the field, too. I would. But all the technology in the world isn't going to change that. If woman could have babies easily into your 50s, I think they would go on being single forever, but they can't. This is just a biological fact.
It's also a fact that, at least in the non-romantic portions of life, understanding and expressing what you want makes achieving it far easier, whatever the "it" is. Yet, by and large, New York City women fail to be specific with men about what they really want and instead just go along with things hoping for the best and getting angry when it doesn't work out that way. Or they're so specific, with such intricately wrought lists of requirements for what they will and won't date, that they miss the point altogether—if the criteria is that complicated, maybe they don't actually want to be with someone at all yet.
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Their ages have ranged from nearly 12 years younger than me to going on 10 years older. At some point, I yelled at almost all of these women for not being "what I wanted," and, as we all do, turned to my friends for consolation and support. "Se doesn't deserve you," they would say, my own Greek chorus. "You're so much better than her."
If you're a single, heterosexual man of a certain age living in New York City, you've surely heard some version of the lament more times than you can count: "There are no good single women living in New York City! You've probably met more than a few aesthetically, shall we say, "uneven" couples, in which the man is short, pudgy, bald—or distractingly hirsute—with one of those pudding faces only a mother (or gold-digger) could love. He's impossibly rich, and his lady-friend could model for a living, and possibly does. Also, he cheats on her. Only in New York!
And you've probably heard, and maybe retold, the modern-day relationship folk tale of that friend of a friend who, after "unsuccessfully" dating in New York for years, met his amazing wife while living or vacationing in Austin, or Boston, or Paris, or Rio, and then brought her back—or moved there himself. Because, you know, you just can't find a decent woman in this city. It's impossible. Those who do it are the exception, not the rule. Ask anyone.
Maybe saying and hearing this makes single men feel better.The problem is, it's patently untrue. Worse, it's a cop-out.
Single women currently outnumber single men in New York by 149,219. This is based on data from the U.S. Census, which, it bears mentioning, does not ask to identify sexual orientation. Meanwhile, our fine city was recently ranked the top spot for single men to find a willing lady to smooch, and whatever else, on New Year's Eve,
If you're a single man who has moved to New York City, chances are it has to do with being good—even the best—at something. Hence the workaholics, status-aholics, power-aholics, and whatever else ambition breeds. Meanwhile, the streets are plentiful with ever more attractive women..
Take a "concept" like "He's Just Not That Into You," which puts blame squarely on the man's shoulders. How freeing: He is just not that into you! But at what point did we lose the capacity to be as "Just Not That Into You" as the men? If we're to expect a society in which men and women are truly considered equals, women have to accept their portion of the responsibility, and the blame.
Here's the deal, women of New York City: The so-called plight of the single lady? It's not about him. It's about you.
There was (and still is) something wrong with you. And it's the same thing that's "wrong" with pretty much every single woman in New York complaining she can't find a decent man, or who has perhaps even given up in pursuit of her own continued drama and mini-amusements with the kind of guys she'd never want to settle down with anyway (safer that way). So many woman think that all boys want is to hook up, which I don't think is true,
For every guy the hooked up with or got screwed over, there have been nice, normal single guys with perfectly acceptable ZIP codes and ages and jobs and habits who never did a thing wrong but for some reason were chucked after the first or second, or maybe even third, date for being boring, predictable, too nice, too normal, not successful enough, or . . .too available.
So many woman bullshite me and tell me how they can't stand drama and that all you want is a nice, stable relationship with someone who loves and treats you well, but "nice" and "stable" have hardly the appeal of words like "exciting" or "passionate" or, well, "drama." Single, independent, financially solvent New York City women in the year 2013 has them sitting on a mountain of unprecedented options. Options: Those are exciting. So these woman want all the options, bigger and better and faster and shinier, or taller or sexier or stronger or smarter, and yet somehow also different and completely their own. They want the tippy-top of what they can get.... to push those boundaries.
That, to a large extent, is why most woman live here. It's not because they wanted to settle down with the patient and reliable plod-along schmo, and have babies and live in a three-bedroom house with a two-car garage where we peaceably grill in the summer and make casseroles in winter until we die. It's not because they wanted their lives charted out before they lived them.
Yet these never-ending options wreak havoc with them, as does the idea that they can dally with each of them without ever deciding on any and just hope it will all fall where it may—that someday their prince will come, and he better be fucking good. Holding out for everything they want—maybe it's a delusional expectation. Maybe it's more about self-reflection, an exercise in goals. It's more you-centered soul-searching than about the guy, necessarily. In most relationships, there's a huge, huge focus on timing.
One reason ladies in the prime marriage years flock to big cities is to compete for the most eligible men, and intelligent women who gravitate to vibrant cities are more likely to stay single—for longer, at least—because they rightly refuse to settle for someone who can't keep up with them intellectually or otherwise.
Rightly refusing to settle, especially for someone who's boring, otherwise uninspired, or just a bad choice, sounds pretty good—even empowering. Somewhere along the way, "settling" became a dirty word, But I'd argue that it's not about being picky. It's about having all of these options, and not knowing how to choose from among them, or whether these woman even want to. It's about the years that these woman were being told they can have it all, and suddenly being deeply afraid to admit that that house of cards has been a sham all along because no one really gets to have it all.
So many woman bullshite me and tell me how they can't stand drama and that all you want is a nice, stable relationship with someone who loves and treats you well, but "nice" and "stable" have hardly the appeal of words like "exciting" or "passionate" or, well, "drama." Single, independent, financially solvent New York City women in the year 2013 has them sitting on a mountain of unprecedented options. Options: Those are exciting. So these woman want all the options, bigger and better and faster and shinier, or taller or sexier or stronger or smarter, and yet somehow also different and completely their own. They want the tippy-top of what they can get.... to push those boundaries.
That, to a large extent, is why most woman live here. It's not because they wanted to settle down with the patient and reliable plod-along schmo, and have babies and live in a three-bedroom house with a two-car garage where we peaceably grill in the summer and make casseroles in winter until we die. It's not because they wanted their lives charted out before they lived them.
Yet these never-ending options wreak havoc with them, as does the idea that they can dally with each of them without ever deciding on any and just hope it will all fall where it may—that someday their prince will come, and he better be fucking good. Holding out for everything they want—maybe it's a delusional expectation. Maybe it's more about self-reflection, an exercise in goals. It's more you-centered soul-searching than about the guy, necessarily. In most relationships, there's a huge, huge focus on timing.
One reason ladies in the prime marriage years flock to big cities is to compete for the most eligible men, and intelligent women who gravitate to vibrant cities are more likely to stay single—for longer, at least—because they rightly refuse to settle for someone who can't keep up with them intellectually or otherwise.
Rightly refusing to settle, especially for someone who's boring, otherwise uninspired, or just a bad choice, sounds pretty good—even empowering. Somewhere along the way, "settling" became a dirty word, But I'd argue that it's not about being picky. It's about having all of these options, and not knowing how to choose from among them, or whether these woman even want to. It's about the years that these woman were being told they can have it all, and suddenly being deeply afraid to admit that that house of cards has been a sham all along because no one really gets to have it all.
Everyone has to make choices. This isn't to say that if you want a successful career and to be a wife and a mom, you can't do it. Nor that you can't do it fairly well. But inevitably, you'll have to give up one thing for something else. Why should you settle? Because that's what all humans do when they make choices.
If Carrie Bradshaw were here and an actual person, she would say, "But what about the 'za-za-zoo'?" And after berating her for that corny terminology, I'd grudgingly agree that, yes, there needs to be something—call it magic, or a spark, or a connection—with regard to our romantic relationships. But the magic pales in comparison to the simplest, and yet most difficult, of things. Knowing what you want. It's timing, but it's more than that, because you dictate your own timing. You hold the cards.
If Carrie had wanted marriage and kids back in Season 4, she would have stuck with Aidan. Instead, she got panicked and neurotic and self-destructive and Carrie Bradshaw–esque, and started to have an affair with Big, who was clearly (until the unbelievable ending of the series) never going to marry her. Why do that to yourself? Because you aren't quite sure you want to get married, either. Because the grass is ever so mysteriously greener in the yard (does he even have a yard?) of the guy who doesn't want to marry you. And because it makes for good drama, or, at the very least, tragicomedy.
Still, at the end of the movie, or the TV series, everything gets wrapped up neatly and tied with a Tiffany-box bow. In the film version ofBreakfast at Tiffany's, Holly Golightly is eventually tamed by the love of a good man who has been there all along. In Working Girl, the girl gets her career-with-corner-office and Harrison Ford to pack her lunchbox. In The Apartment, Shirley MacLaine's character attempts suicide on account of Mr. Wrong, but in surviving finds her Mr. Right. Harry and Sally run through the relationship ropes course as enemies, friends, lovers, and enemies again, only to end up an old married couple. As do, of course, Carrie and Big. It all just seems to unfold, without anybody doing too much soul-searching or goal-plotting, much like a movie. A movie set in New York! This is what we're supposed to want.
People who have been married will tell you that it's not all butterflies and lying in the grass together clutching hands. It's actually work—not magic, and not the movies. Which means the dream we expect for ourselves drastically needs to be tempered with a dash of reality, a dose of self-reflection. Ultimately, marriage has more to do with knowing what you're looking for. Sure, there are a lot of guys out there that suck, but I don't think that's a New York–specific issue. There are all of these successful, smart, workaholic women who have their shit together and strong views and senses of who they are. Their expectations are a bit higher. And in New York, there's not this worry about being the only single person; they all have friends who are married, married with kids, divorced, single.
Fewer people are getting married than ever. According to a Pew Research poll published at the end of last year, about half of all adults in the U.S. are married, down from 72 percent in 1960. Four in 10 people consider marriage obsolete. At the same time that fewer of us are getting married, more people are doing it for love—. Love is not something that used to factor into marriages; it's a relatively modern concept. You might say we're spoiled by even expecting it, and that it's entirely unrelated to a social "institution" that was really about property and taxes and making sure you had enough kids to work the farm or protect the homestead way back when—not to mention one of the only socially acceptable ways for women to have sex.
But if you confessed to someone today that you'd married without "being in love," because you'd simply wanted to get married or have the financial foundation to start a family or maybe because you just didn't want to spend Sundays alone anymore, they would look at you with a horror akin to what you might bestow upon a person admitting to murder.
If there is a real and current plight of the single lady in New York City, it's not that New York men are so horrible. It's figuring out how to balance what you want and what you can get—in terms of love, marriage, and what each guy has to offer—against all of the options, including the imminent biological reality of your decreasing fertility. It's figuring out if you care about your fertility at all, and if you care about it in light of being—or not being—married. Because at some point, it will simply be too late to have kids.
At the same time, if you don't want children, then maybe you don't really want a husband, The fertility question is often a tipping point, and definitely a challenge for women,..Us...guys..are very motivated, and our career comes first. We are not under any age restriction, nor do they face the fertility reality. If that weren't an issue, I think women would keep playing the field, too. I would. But all the technology in the world isn't going to change that. If woman could have babies easily into your 50s, I think they would go on being single forever, but they can't. This is just a biological fact.
It's also a fact that, at least in the non-romantic portions of life, understanding and expressing what you want makes achieving it far easier, whatever the "it" is. Yet, by and large, New York City women fail to be specific with men about what they really want and instead just go along with things hoping for the best and getting angry when it doesn't work out that way. Or they're so specific, with such intricately wrought lists of requirements for what they will and won't date, that they miss the point altogether—if the criteria is that complicated, maybe they don't actually want to be with someone at all yet.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
SPIRITUAL: CELEBRITIES DON'T HAVE A BETTER LIFE THAN YOU
There are two kinds of low self-esteem. One is the fairly constant, low-level sort that throughout any given day makes you feel awkward, embarrassed, or acutely dorky about all kinds of things you’ve said, done, thought, and been.
The other is the darker, uglier, more pervasive, cutting-yourself kind.
The first and easily most important thing to realize about low self-esteem is that every single person on the planet, no matter how happy, healthy, and successful they might seem to be, falls somewhere on the low-self esteem continuum between Dork and Dark. Where any given person at any given moment happens to fall on that continuum depends upon what’s just then going on in that person’s life. But nobody escapes low self-esteem. Some people have learned better than others how to pretend like they don’t suffer from low self-esteem, but if you trust anything in this world, trust that they do. They have to. Constantly battling low self-esteem is like having bones and body hair: it’s just part of being human. Everybody drops their drawers and then sits awhile in a cloud of their own stench; everybody roots around in their nose for boogers; everybody spends an inordinate of amount of time playing with their own genitals; everybody is a crazed ego-maniac; everybody is hounded by the fear that anyone will ever find out what they themselves are deeply convinced of, which is that they’re nowhere near good enough.
If you’re human, then, as much as you’re anything else, you’re a crapping, nose-picking, self-obsessed masturbator prone to low self-esteem.
Them’s the rules. They change for no one.
And do not let the media persuade you otherwise, try though it does every single moment of your life. Understand that 95% of the media you experience is designed and presented to you with one purpose in mind: to make you feel like if you had what The Stars have — their charisma, their talent, their charm, their looks, their inspiring effervescence, their haircare products — then you’d be more like them, and so infinitely more pleased to be you than you are. (Literally) selling you on that single point is what media does; that’s what media is. Delivering that message to you is the entire reason the vast universe of media exists at all. Because that’s the only message that will get you reaching into your purse for the only thing media really cares about at all.
If you weren’t constantly being shown who you could be, you might be content with who you are. And then what would you buy?
Pffft. A content consumer is no consumer at all.
So media makes sure that never for more than three moments running do you forget how beautiful and smart and wonderful you could be, if only you’d [insert here product or service you're supposed to buy right this minute].
And it’s all pure [curse word]. No celebrity in the world is any happier, fulfilled, or emotionally balanced than are you, your mom, your dad, or anyone else you could point to. The Stars just seem awesomely together and fantastic, because:
A. they’re (usually) extremely good-looking — which of course has zero to do with the quality of their character, and everything to do with a completely random roll of the genetic dice — and people (designed, as we are, to worship and adore) are forever confusing beauty with virtue;
B. they’re surrounded by trainers and handlers and coaches and PR people and make-up and wardrobe and hair and graphics people whose whole job it is to make sure they come across as unaffected, charming, and wise; and
C. when the spotlight is on you as you’re being widely adored for how talented and wonderful you are, the natural thing to do is feel and act humble, gracious, kind, centered, fabulous, and cosmically attuned.
You know how you are if in front of people you’re accepting some kind of trophy or ribbon, or whatever, for something you’ve done. You get all … sweet and humble and kind of shy and … winning, basically. Same with celebs. You see a movie star chatting on one of the umpteen zillion TV shows whose whole purpose is to feed the media machine of which they’re part, and you think, Wow, that celebrity is really humble, gracious, kind, centered, fabulous, and cosmically attuned. And for that little bit of time you see them on TV, they are those things. But that’s because they’re on TV. Once those set lights are turned off, and those celebrities are back in their normal life, the same way turning off your TV puts you back in your normal life? The you can bet every penny you’ll ever make that before long they’ll be farting gas that could drop bark off a tree, throwing temper tantrums that would embarrass a psychotic two-year-old, and spending endless hours online, obsessively reading what anyone anywhere is saying about them.
Because they’re people. So they can’t help it. They must.
And celebrities are especially that way. I mean … everybody has horrible gas, but the truth is that no one is more likely to be more psychologically kadoinked than is a celebrity. Because a celebrity’s entire paradigm for being a normal human is completely thrashed. All people want everyone to love and admire them; again, that just comes with being human (what with our being first and foremost social creatures, doncha know). But if you’re ever been in a position where it almost seems possible that everyone actually does love and admire you (because of something you’ve done that makes people feel good about themselves, which is the sole reason anyone in showbiz ever really becomes famous)?
Then, man-o-man, did you ever get pushed out of a helicopter right over Crazyville — where the population then consists solely of dazed you, and the cadre of people around you whose living is directly tied to you being famous.
And that is one awful place to be.
Always pity the celebrity; he or she resides in a special, uniquely shiny hell.
Pfft. Now I’m feeling like a loser because this post has grown way too long, and I haven’t even started to say about self-esteem what I want to.
My parent are right. I do talk too much.
Now I’m going to have to go overeat.
Which’ll end up giving me terrible gas.
Ahhhh … the cycle of life.
It’s so gross.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
The other is the darker, uglier, more pervasive, cutting-yourself kind.
The first and easily most important thing to realize about low self-esteem is that every single person on the planet, no matter how happy, healthy, and successful they might seem to be, falls somewhere on the low-self esteem continuum between Dork and Dark. Where any given person at any given moment happens to fall on that continuum depends upon what’s just then going on in that person’s life. But nobody escapes low self-esteem. Some people have learned better than others how to pretend like they don’t suffer from low self-esteem, but if you trust anything in this world, trust that they do. They have to. Constantly battling low self-esteem is like having bones and body hair: it’s just part of being human. Everybody drops their drawers and then sits awhile in a cloud of their own stench; everybody roots around in their nose for boogers; everybody spends an inordinate of amount of time playing with their own genitals; everybody is a crazed ego-maniac; everybody is hounded by the fear that anyone will ever find out what they themselves are deeply convinced of, which is that they’re nowhere near good enough.
If you’re human, then, as much as you’re anything else, you’re a crapping, nose-picking, self-obsessed masturbator prone to low self-esteem.
Them’s the rules. They change for no one.
And do not let the media persuade you otherwise, try though it does every single moment of your life. Understand that 95% of the media you experience is designed and presented to you with one purpose in mind: to make you feel like if you had what The Stars have — their charisma, their talent, their charm, their looks, their inspiring effervescence, their haircare products — then you’d be more like them, and so infinitely more pleased to be you than you are. (Literally) selling you on that single point is what media does; that’s what media is. Delivering that message to you is the entire reason the vast universe of media exists at all. Because that’s the only message that will get you reaching into your purse for the only thing media really cares about at all.
If you weren’t constantly being shown who you could be, you might be content with who you are. And then what would you buy?
Pffft. A content consumer is no consumer at all.
So media makes sure that never for more than three moments running do you forget how beautiful and smart and wonderful you could be, if only you’d [insert here product or service you're supposed to buy right this minute].
And it’s all pure [curse word]. No celebrity in the world is any happier, fulfilled, or emotionally balanced than are you, your mom, your dad, or anyone else you could point to. The Stars just seem awesomely together and fantastic, because:
A. they’re (usually) extremely good-looking — which of course has zero to do with the quality of their character, and everything to do with a completely random roll of the genetic dice — and people (designed, as we are, to worship and adore) are forever confusing beauty with virtue;
B. they’re surrounded by trainers and handlers and coaches and PR people and make-up and wardrobe and hair and graphics people whose whole job it is to make sure they come across as unaffected, charming, and wise; and
C. when the spotlight is on you as you’re being widely adored for how talented and wonderful you are, the natural thing to do is feel and act humble, gracious, kind, centered, fabulous, and cosmically attuned.
You know how you are if in front of people you’re accepting some kind of trophy or ribbon, or whatever, for something you’ve done. You get all … sweet and humble and kind of shy and … winning, basically. Same with celebs. You see a movie star chatting on one of the umpteen zillion TV shows whose whole purpose is to feed the media machine of which they’re part, and you think, Wow, that celebrity is really humble, gracious, kind, centered, fabulous, and cosmically attuned. And for that little bit of time you see them on TV, they are those things. But that’s because they’re on TV. Once those set lights are turned off, and those celebrities are back in their normal life, the same way turning off your TV puts you back in your normal life? The you can bet every penny you’ll ever make that before long they’ll be farting gas that could drop bark off a tree, throwing temper tantrums that would embarrass a psychotic two-year-old, and spending endless hours online, obsessively reading what anyone anywhere is saying about them.
Because they’re people. So they can’t help it. They must.
And celebrities are especially that way. I mean … everybody has horrible gas, but the truth is that no one is more likely to be more psychologically kadoinked than is a celebrity. Because a celebrity’s entire paradigm for being a normal human is completely thrashed. All people want everyone to love and admire them; again, that just comes with being human (what with our being first and foremost social creatures, doncha know). But if you’re ever been in a position where it almost seems possible that everyone actually does love and admire you (because of something you’ve done that makes people feel good about themselves, which is the sole reason anyone in showbiz ever really becomes famous)?
Then, man-o-man, did you ever get pushed out of a helicopter right over Crazyville — where the population then consists solely of dazed you, and the cadre of people around you whose living is directly tied to you being famous.
And that is one awful place to be.
Always pity the celebrity; he or she resides in a special, uniquely shiny hell.
Pfft. Now I’m feeling like a loser because this post has grown way too long, and I haven’t even started to say about self-esteem what I want to.
My parent are right. I do talk too much.
Now I’m going to have to go overeat.
Which’ll end up giving me terrible gas.
Ahhhh … the cycle of life.
It’s so gross.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
LOVE: ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE NOT TAKEN
You’re going to have to make some concessions if you seek a committed relationship. I’m sorry to seem curt, but I can’t keep saying that you need to choose wisely when you get married or when you commit to someone. I can’t keep saying that fewer men are committing and therefore you need to refocus your energies and re-evaluate these so-called standards you have.
It’s not that all the good ones are taken. It’s that all the good ones you want are either taken or don’t want you. There. Fixed that for you. There are plenty of great guys out there who seek a relationship ...unfortunately for you, they all fall under your undesirable category. Yes, you’re going to lower your drastically out of whack standards. Sorry, but that’s your only recourse here. That and get a more accurate perception of what your value is in your particular market.
I am looking for a true love to share my life with But…you already had a true love. That guy you were with before, remember? Weren’t you going to have true love with him and share your life with him? What happened there and what makes you think that a) you deserve another shot at it and b) you’ll be any better at it the next time around? Look, you might be a great catch That’s not the issue. The issue is this entitlement you appear to feel about how every lid has a pot, etc. You might have to settle for great companionship. It’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.
If you’re using all mediums and outlets to try and meet someone and nothing is working, obviously changes need to be made. Whatever you do, you need to confront this fear you have of ending up alone. Because..you might. Dating just so you can alleviate this fear of dying alone in your home and having cats eat your face off rarely ends well.
So many woman think they are entitled to a fantasy and are seeking a sparkly unicorn. They've bought into the idea that they “deserve” endless love with a perfect man. It’s a delusion, an illusion, and a lie.
The major change needs to be attitude. Your attitude. I’m betting you actively look for flaws in each man you date, seeking a reason to reject them before you even get to know them.
I suggest that with every man you meet, let alone date, look for at least one (though better to look for more) positive quality. The more you look for positive qualities, the more success you’ll have. That doesn’t mean that you should ignore obvious red flags, but you need to get out of the mindset that none of the men you meet or date are beneath your exalted self.
Then there is the issue of sex. Your letter shows definite signs that you want to be wined and dined and romanced. But the big question is what you offer in return. And not just the pleasure of your company. What do you offer an man–that he wants. And yes, that does mean sex. It doesn’t mean jumping into bed with everyone, but it does mean that if you’re not sleeping with decent prospects, you’re going to lose out. More, it seems that you’re mentally against the idea of sex with anyone but the perfect man, hence the comment about golddiggers who “throw themselves” at men.
Women want to fuck. They want to fuck men they actually desire instead of going through the motions of being fucked by men they don’t really desire. Many women do NOT desire to fuck men that look old to them. Generally speaking old is not sexy
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
It’s not that all the good ones are taken. It’s that all the good ones you want are either taken or don’t want you. There. Fixed that for you. There are plenty of great guys out there who seek a relationship ...unfortunately for you, they all fall under your undesirable category. Yes, you’re going to lower your drastically out of whack standards. Sorry, but that’s your only recourse here. That and get a more accurate perception of what your value is in your particular market.
I am looking for a true love to share my life with But…you already had a true love. That guy you were with before, remember? Weren’t you going to have true love with him and share your life with him? What happened there and what makes you think that a) you deserve another shot at it and b) you’ll be any better at it the next time around? Look, you might be a great catch That’s not the issue. The issue is this entitlement you appear to feel about how every lid has a pot, etc. You might have to settle for great companionship. It’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.
If you’re using all mediums and outlets to try and meet someone and nothing is working, obviously changes need to be made. Whatever you do, you need to confront this fear you have of ending up alone. Because..you might. Dating just so you can alleviate this fear of dying alone in your home and having cats eat your face off rarely ends well.
So many woman think they are entitled to a fantasy and are seeking a sparkly unicorn. They've bought into the idea that they “deserve” endless love with a perfect man. It’s a delusion, an illusion, and a lie.
The major change needs to be attitude. Your attitude. I’m betting you actively look for flaws in each man you date, seeking a reason to reject them before you even get to know them.
I suggest that with every man you meet, let alone date, look for at least one (though better to look for more) positive quality. The more you look for positive qualities, the more success you’ll have. That doesn’t mean that you should ignore obvious red flags, but you need to get out of the mindset that none of the men you meet or date are beneath your exalted self.
Then there is the issue of sex. Your letter shows definite signs that you want to be wined and dined and romanced. But the big question is what you offer in return. And not just the pleasure of your company. What do you offer an man–that he wants. And yes, that does mean sex. It doesn’t mean jumping into bed with everyone, but it does mean that if you’re not sleeping with decent prospects, you’re going to lose out. More, it seems that you’re mentally against the idea of sex with anyone but the perfect man, hence the comment about golddiggers who “throw themselves” at men.
Women want to fuck. They want to fuck men they actually desire instead of going through the motions of being fucked by men they don’t really desire. Many women do NOT desire to fuck men that look old to them. Generally speaking old is not sexy
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
LOVE: HAVE WE BECOME SUPERFICAL
It really has me flummoxed when I hear that yet another single person has resigned him or herself to a lifetime of solitude. Surely in our nation of 60 million plus unmarried eligible, there should be a plethora of decent singletons out there? In fact I find it absurd that, during our desperate searches for a mate, (hopping from bar to club to late-night diners without so much as a peck on the cheek or a phone number on a serviette), we should so often have to go home alone.
Undoubtedly there's got to be someone out there who fits the criteria for our future mate, right? Or perhaps one too many of us has accepted as gospel English rock singer Ian Hunter Patterson's lyrics, which say: "All the good ones are taken."
If we are to believe his husky crooning then, before we even employ our weapons of mass seduction to enter the dating ring, we've already accepted that we're completely out of luck ...
But hold on! the good ones aren't all taken, there is no drought, there are a slew of decent people in this town and those excuses we so often bounce around in an attempt make ourselves believe it's not our fault can be thrown out the window. Quite simply, we're just too fussy. Or are we?
Everything else in our society is so disposable, we've begun to see our relationships in the same way, and are often given the flick for the most fickle of reasons: "not hard bodied enough or too skinny; not funny enough or too fun loving; not wealthy enough or too ambitious; not smart enough or too academic; far too nice or not nearly nice enough; not sassy enough or too forward ... and on it goes.
"Personal preferences aside, have we as a collective really and truly become *that* superficial and *that* full of our own self importance that we demand such things? Do we no longer care that someone might have a beautifully kind heart or a gorgeous sense of humour or an attractive trait of helping others?? Really?"
Really wants to know what other people have found attractive in their partners in the hope of finding out that "the material and aesthetic, that a pretty or a handsome face isn't what it is all about".
We spend too long (on the blog, with our friends) focusing on the difficulty in finding someone ... 'Where are all the nice boys/girls etc' ... the problems that can happen when we do find that someone ... 'I'm not ready for a relationship/They leave the toilet seat up/They spend too much time with their friends etc' ... and the fallout after relationships end ... What about when love really did conquer all? Whether it comes from the currently happily coupled-up or those that once were ...
Personally I need a reminder that things *can* work out, that relationships *can* be sustained even through hardships, that they can grow and become stronger as a result. That some people are actually interested in a partner who navigates these things with them, who are interested in working at a relationship instead of tossing it aside at the first sign of a challenge and trying to find another temporary 'fit'.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
Undoubtedly there's got to be someone out there who fits the criteria for our future mate, right? Or perhaps one too many of us has accepted as gospel English rock singer Ian Hunter Patterson's lyrics, which say: "All the good ones are taken."
If we are to believe his husky crooning then, before we even employ our weapons of mass seduction to enter the dating ring, we've already accepted that we're completely out of luck ...
But hold on! the good ones aren't all taken, there is no drought, there are a slew of decent people in this town and those excuses we so often bounce around in an attempt make ourselves believe it's not our fault can be thrown out the window. Quite simply, we're just too fussy. Or are we?
Everything else in our society is so disposable, we've begun to see our relationships in the same way, and are often given the flick for the most fickle of reasons: "not hard bodied enough or too skinny; not funny enough or too fun loving; not wealthy enough or too ambitious; not smart enough or too academic; far too nice or not nearly nice enough; not sassy enough or too forward ... and on it goes.
"Personal preferences aside, have we as a collective really and truly become *that* superficial and *that* full of our own self importance that we demand such things? Do we no longer care that someone might have a beautifully kind heart or a gorgeous sense of humour or an attractive trait of helping others?? Really?"
Really wants to know what other people have found attractive in their partners in the hope of finding out that "the material and aesthetic, that a pretty or a handsome face isn't what it is all about".
We spend too long (on the blog, with our friends) focusing on the difficulty in finding someone ... 'Where are all the nice boys/girls etc' ... the problems that can happen when we do find that someone ... 'I'm not ready for a relationship/They leave the toilet seat up/They spend too much time with their friends etc' ... and the fallout after relationships end ... What about when love really did conquer all? Whether it comes from the currently happily coupled-up or those that once were ...
Personally I need a reminder that things *can* work out, that relationships *can* be sustained even through hardships, that they can grow and become stronger as a result. That some people are actually interested in a partner who navigates these things with them, who are interested in working at a relationship instead of tossing it aside at the first sign of a challenge and trying to find another temporary 'fit'.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
POETRY: MY LOVE WARMS ME LIKE THE SUN
From your smooth body
I want to derive pleasures
How beautiful are your lips
Two blood gushing treasures
I want to lie down beside you
Under the open sky
Looking at a moonless night
The bare skies like our bodies
No one can see us
We will cling to each other
In a tight embrace
Arms wrapped around each other
Lying Cheek to Cheek
2
'Tis but to love the feat of all feats?
For to love takes a heart free from hate
and a soul that without mouth does speak.
'Tis but to love the scare that takes my breath?
When love is forsaken, nothing is left.
When feeling is ignored, I pray for death.
Nor does love know the boundaries of man.
Does love not soar through the sky?
Through it's journey, will it not hold our hand;
On it's wings can we not fly?
'Tis but to love that holds a star?
Though nay does a star fall as fiercely.
Nor does it ever fall as hard.
'Tis but only love that can heal,
for without love what is left to feel?
3
You've got me where you want me
At the right place I?m supposed to be.
You caught me where you put me
At the resting-place of your arms.
Tender loving feeling I cannot resist
Is all I have to confess from my heart.
Deep reaching desires beyond my request
Are filling up my precious memory.
Flowing through my mortal body
Is this endless river of surprise.
Growing out of my eternal spirit
Is this precious tree of romance.
Everything I have ever accomplished
Is what your love has brought for me.
Now that I know the true meaning of love
I thank you for bringing me to where I am.
4
Passion shared among two people...
Undoubtedly nothing perished...
Most certainly not deceitful...
Something deeply adored and cherished...
The living of a true fantasy...
The giving of devotion...
A feeling of great ecstasy...
The receiving of appreciation...
The experience of love..
5
The way you hold me in your arms,
the feeling goes by too fast.
I never want to let you go,
I hope it will forever last.
You are a bright light,
you give me great delight.
You're everything i've been looking for,
you're everything I need.
These feelings are all new to my heart,
and hope we'll never part.
When your hand touches mine,
there's something I can't explain.
Now that I found you,
I won't let you go.
All my life,
I have wanted someone like yourself.
As I sit here and think of you,
I think of how we two met.
You came into my life,
at a time I felt so alone.
When I see you I can't help but smile,
there's something about you, only I can see.
No words can express how much you mean to me,
there is definately something special about you.
I like when your hand touches mine,
and when you run your fingers through my hair.
I'm giving you something others don't see,
I'm opening up and giving you everything in me.
I know we'll last,
when we're together we have a blast.
When we're together we have so much fun,
all I can say is I Love You, Hun.
6
My love warms me like the sun
bringing with its playful rays
keys to unlock hopes of things undone
warming my heart, and transforming my face
I save a special smile just for you
that no one else has had
it's a smile meant for two
of thoughts and dreams I hope to have
7
There you were sitting still and attentive,
keeping track of time,
learning fact from fiction about life.
I, on the other hand, continuously turned my head to glance at you.
I started taking notes.
Jotting down every detail, segment,
and curve that had to do with you.
There and then, it suddenly struck me.
I had come to realize that you were the one I'd been looking for.
Delighted by your attractiveness I was.
You were young, beautiful, charming, smart with gorgeous eyes
and an enchanting smile.
I thought, "A phenomenal woman she is!"
Everything, everyone, near and far were invisible... except you.
It was a blurred vision in my mind.
You and me in our own world.
nothing could possibly tear my sight away from your beauty.
Every inch and curve of your body... I memorized.
Every move you made... I perceived.
Then I thought, "Is she?"
An angel from heaven you are.
..."my angel."
8
Inside of me
All I see is you.
Inside of me
I see our bodies forming one.
Inside of me
I can picture your lips touching mine.
Inside of me
I see the love I know we can find.
Inside of me
I see my heart falling in love.
Inside of me
I know you're a gift from above.
Inside of me
Our hearts can combine.
Inside of me
I know it's that time.
Inside of me
All the treasures in the world are found.
Inside of me
You're the gold, I know I found.
Inside of me
My love is very true.
Inside of me
I will always LOVE YOU
9
I wish you were the rain
And I were the drought
Then you could soothe my dryness
Or mend my broken heart
I wish you were the ocean
And I were the moon
Then we could sail together
Across the perfect view
I wish you were the mountains
And I were the sky
Then I would coast across you
Way up so high
I wish that you would love me
The way that I love you
And if you did, I would still
Love you always true
10
The sweetest thing I've ever seen
is an angel by my side,
walking down the path of dreams
slowly as we sighed.
We see our pasts,
and we look into our futures,
we see our hopes and dreams,
this is our life
and all that it seems.
We stand as one through
everything together,
two people as one,
always and forever.
As we face life's barriers
and tragedies each day,
when night becomes full,
I still have I love you to say.
You need not to ask why
our feelings are true,
only to listen to the words
that slowly say I do.
11
our kiss is remarkably sweet
When it presses upon my mouth
The lust of your face I cannot bare
To see without a touch from my fingertips
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
As it grazes across my face
The temptation ascends in my head
And reminds me of my love for you. . .only
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
When motion of words glide swiftly from lips
I see a beauty that painters only desired to see
With that in mind I begin to stare at you
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
Life to me is an eternity of sorrow
Without the love provided in you
This gaze that overwhelms my eyes
The kiss you give me is remarkable
Lean close to me
Tell me that you will stay in my life
Be one with me in this pointless dream
Stay like this with your heart so close to mine
Learn of my feelings and remind me of your persistent attitude
Feel me
Inside-out
12
So your ring hasn?t arrived
does It make you feel deprived
of my love, of my soul
It should have been there... Is what I?m told
On your finger Is where It belongs
can you forgive me for this wrong
as I stare at my ring...
God, I wish I could hear her sing
her voice, like the song of a heavenly bird
all I can give you Is my word
I?ve done all I could, paid all I can
I?m so grateful you chose me as your man
A symbol of my love, Is that ring
us closer together Is what It brings
not just diamonds, not just gold
without your love I feel so cold
In my heart and soul Is were you'll stay
I really hope that ring will make your day
shed a tear... bring a smile
since we talked, It?s been awhile
unconditional love Is what I feel
a bubble bath together that?s a deal
Please don?t be sad my lovely wife
your love Is all I need In my life
Never afraid to shed a tear and show my love
your feelings on a pedestal I hold above
please forgive me for the ring
when I visit, your necklace I will bring
I?ve never felt this way about another
your the only one I want as my lover....
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I want to derive pleasures
How beautiful are your lips
Two blood gushing treasures
I want to lie down beside you
Under the open sky
Looking at a moonless night
The bare skies like our bodies
No one can see us
We will cling to each other
In a tight embrace
Arms wrapped around each other
Lying Cheek to Cheek
2
'Tis but to love the feat of all feats?
For to love takes a heart free from hate
and a soul that without mouth does speak.
'Tis but to love the scare that takes my breath?
When love is forsaken, nothing is left.
When feeling is ignored, I pray for death.
Nor does love know the boundaries of man.
Does love not soar through the sky?
Through it's journey, will it not hold our hand;
On it's wings can we not fly?
'Tis but to love that holds a star?
Though nay does a star fall as fiercely.
Nor does it ever fall as hard.
'Tis but only love that can heal,
for without love what is left to feel?
3
You've got me where you want me
At the right place I?m supposed to be.
You caught me where you put me
At the resting-place of your arms.
Tender loving feeling I cannot resist
Is all I have to confess from my heart.
Deep reaching desires beyond my request
Are filling up my precious memory.
Flowing through my mortal body
Is this endless river of surprise.
Growing out of my eternal spirit
Is this precious tree of romance.
Everything I have ever accomplished
Is what your love has brought for me.
Now that I know the true meaning of love
I thank you for bringing me to where I am.
4
Passion shared among two people...
Undoubtedly nothing perished...
Most certainly not deceitful...
Something deeply adored and cherished...
The living of a true fantasy...
The giving of devotion...
A feeling of great ecstasy...
The receiving of appreciation...
The experience of love..
5
The way you hold me in your arms,
the feeling goes by too fast.
I never want to let you go,
I hope it will forever last.
You are a bright light,
you give me great delight.
You're everything i've been looking for,
you're everything I need.
These feelings are all new to my heart,
and hope we'll never part.
When your hand touches mine,
there's something I can't explain.
Now that I found you,
I won't let you go.
All my life,
I have wanted someone like yourself.
As I sit here and think of you,
I think of how we two met.
You came into my life,
at a time I felt so alone.
When I see you I can't help but smile,
there's something about you, only I can see.
No words can express how much you mean to me,
there is definately something special about you.
I like when your hand touches mine,
and when you run your fingers through my hair.
I'm giving you something others don't see,
I'm opening up and giving you everything in me.
I know we'll last,
when we're together we have a blast.
When we're together we have so much fun,
all I can say is I Love You, Hun.
6
My love warms me like the sun
bringing with its playful rays
keys to unlock hopes of things undone
warming my heart, and transforming my face
I save a special smile just for you
that no one else has had
it's a smile meant for two
of thoughts and dreams I hope to have
7
There you were sitting still and attentive,
keeping track of time,
learning fact from fiction about life.
I, on the other hand, continuously turned my head to glance at you.
I started taking notes.
Jotting down every detail, segment,
and curve that had to do with you.
There and then, it suddenly struck me.
I had come to realize that you were the one I'd been looking for.
Delighted by your attractiveness I was.
You were young, beautiful, charming, smart with gorgeous eyes
and an enchanting smile.
I thought, "A phenomenal woman she is!"
Everything, everyone, near and far were invisible... except you.
It was a blurred vision in my mind.
You and me in our own world.
nothing could possibly tear my sight away from your beauty.
Every inch and curve of your body... I memorized.
Every move you made... I perceived.
Then I thought, "Is she?"
An angel from heaven you are.
..."my angel."
8
Inside of me
All I see is you.
Inside of me
I see our bodies forming one.
Inside of me
I can picture your lips touching mine.
Inside of me
I see the love I know we can find.
Inside of me
I see my heart falling in love.
Inside of me
I know you're a gift from above.
Inside of me
Our hearts can combine.
Inside of me
I know it's that time.
Inside of me
All the treasures in the world are found.
Inside of me
You're the gold, I know I found.
Inside of me
My love is very true.
Inside of me
I will always LOVE YOU
9
I wish you were the rain
And I were the drought
Then you could soothe my dryness
Or mend my broken heart
I wish you were the ocean
And I were the moon
Then we could sail together
Across the perfect view
I wish you were the mountains
And I were the sky
Then I would coast across you
Way up so high
I wish that you would love me
The way that I love you
And if you did, I would still
Love you always true
10
The sweetest thing I've ever seen
is an angel by my side,
walking down the path of dreams
slowly as we sighed.
We see our pasts,
and we look into our futures,
we see our hopes and dreams,
this is our life
and all that it seems.
We stand as one through
everything together,
two people as one,
always and forever.
As we face life's barriers
and tragedies each day,
when night becomes full,
I still have I love you to say.
You need not to ask why
our feelings are true,
only to listen to the words
that slowly say I do.
11
our kiss is remarkably sweet
When it presses upon my mouth
The lust of your face I cannot bare
To see without a touch from my fingertips
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
As it grazes across my face
The temptation ascends in my head
And reminds me of my love for you. . .only
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
When motion of words glide swiftly from lips
I see a beauty that painters only desired to see
With that in mind I begin to stare at you
Your kiss is remarkably sweet
Life to me is an eternity of sorrow
Without the love provided in you
This gaze that overwhelms my eyes
The kiss you give me is remarkable
Lean close to me
Tell me that you will stay in my life
Be one with me in this pointless dream
Stay like this with your heart so close to mine
Learn of my feelings and remind me of your persistent attitude
Feel me
Inside-out
12
So your ring hasn?t arrived
does It make you feel deprived
of my love, of my soul
It should have been there... Is what I?m told
On your finger Is where It belongs
can you forgive me for this wrong
as I stare at my ring...
God, I wish I could hear her sing
her voice, like the song of a heavenly bird
all I can give you Is my word
I?ve done all I could, paid all I can
I?m so grateful you chose me as your man
A symbol of my love, Is that ring
us closer together Is what It brings
not just diamonds, not just gold
without your love I feel so cold
In my heart and soul Is were you'll stay
I really hope that ring will make your day
shed a tear... bring a smile
since we talked, It?s been awhile
unconditional love Is what I feel
a bubble bath together that?s a deal
Please don?t be sad my lovely wife
your love Is all I need In my life
Never afraid to shed a tear and show my love
your feelings on a pedestal I hold above
please forgive me for the ring
when I visit, your necklace I will bring
I?ve never felt this way about another
your the only one I want as my lover....
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE
Dear Soul Mate,
A desperate cry calls out from my soul to yours. I have missed you so strongly that I ache to hear your voice and to speak with you at length.
You have held my secret whispers close within your heart, and you have never betrayed my trust.
You have always met my heart's needs and deisres with the utmost of care and concern.
I truly have no idea how you do it. How do you continue to love me and to console me, even with all my many faults?
To touch you is indescribable, divine pleasure. To be with you ... completely calms my soul. I can talk with you for hours... about nothing and about anything... and yet, you listen intently and with unflagging concern.
Your eyes completely enthrall me with their gaze of intense passion and their promise of unconditional love.
You're there for me at every unexpected turn. You always care for me; our souls together burn. I cannot breathe but that you breathe for me as well.
You are my Heaven that I should never know of Hell. No distance keeps our souls from feeling we're apart, We are forever bound to one another's heart.
Forever yours,
Your Soul Mate.
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A desperate cry calls out from my soul to yours. I have missed you so strongly that I ache to hear your voice and to speak with you at length.
You have held my secret whispers close within your heart, and you have never betrayed my trust.
You have always met my heart's needs and deisres with the utmost of care and concern.
I truly have no idea how you do it. How do you continue to love me and to console me, even with all my many faults?
To touch you is indescribable, divine pleasure. To be with you ... completely calms my soul. I can talk with you for hours... about nothing and about anything... and yet, you listen intently and with unflagging concern.
Your eyes completely enthrall me with their gaze of intense passion and their promise of unconditional love.
You're there for me at every unexpected turn. You always care for me; our souls together burn. I cannot breathe but that you breathe for me as well.
You are my Heaven that I should never know of Hell. No distance keeps our souls from feeling we're apart, We are forever bound to one another's heart.
Forever yours,
Your Soul Mate.
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LOVE: WITHOUT YOU
To the girl I loved and lost,
I woke up yesterday from a dream that we were lying in bed together on some lazy Sunday morning. You were talking on the phone and pretending you were alone while I buried my face in your shoulder and dozed off. I could almost smell your skin and feel the warmth of your naked body against mine until I woke up and you weren’t there beside me. Your absence from my bed served as a painful and palpable reminder that you are gone.
I know we’re not talking right now, but it’s late on the day that I start my new life and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I’m going to be doing it all alone. In a few hours, I’ll wake up, shower, make coffee, and go to my job knowing that when I get home I won’t be opening a bottle of wine and telling you how it went. Instead, I’ll be eating cereal by myself while feeling the full weight of the reality that the only person I want to tell about my day is the only person I can’t talk to.
I’ve been a total train wreck in the wake of our demise. An ACTUAL catastrophe of self-loathing and loneliness that I wasn’t even aware I was capable of feeling until I was sitting in my car crying so hard that I couldn’t breathe.My room is now littered with piles of miscellaneous items constantly reminding me that even though you’re gone, you’re never going to be too far from my mind. I confess that sometimes I still take your sweatshirt out of the pile and lie on my bed breathing in your scent and stop pretending to be okay.
In the hours that you’ve been gone, I’ve started the process of organizing my life without you in it. Awkwardly filling the gaps you once occupied with new activities, old acquaintances, crappy movies, and more ice cream than I’d care to admit. Despite all of my efforts to charge ahead and leave you behind, I keep thinking that with enough time you’ll change your mind. That you’ll realize you made a mistake. That you want me back. That you want to be “us” again. That you still love me. I keep thinking you’ll change your mind and once again see me as the person standing next to you . I keep thinking that you’ll simply change your mind and come back to me.
But I don’t want you to change your mind, I want you to make up your mind. I want you to make up your mind that it is me. That I wasn’t wrong to love you so deeply and believe you when you said you wanted to spend your life with me. I want you to make up your mind that while, yes, there are tens or hundreds or thousands of women that you could be with who might be fun/exciting/good in bed that I am the only one you truly love. I want you to make up your mind that the person who makes you happiest and makes your life feel worth living is me.
But I don’t know when or if that will happen and that’s the most painful part of all of this. The possibility that the love of your life may just simply not be me.
Either way I’ll go through each and every day putting one foot in front of the other while working hard to convince everyone that I am fine knowing that you’re somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else. I will put you out of my mind and simply carry on. Until I see your favorite candy at the grocery store. Until my phone vibrates. Until that song comes on. Until I have to go to sleep. Until I fall apart and have to start all over again…without you.
Love always,
Me
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
I woke up yesterday from a dream that we were lying in bed together on some lazy Sunday morning. You were talking on the phone and pretending you were alone while I buried my face in your shoulder and dozed off. I could almost smell your skin and feel the warmth of your naked body against mine until I woke up and you weren’t there beside me. Your absence from my bed served as a painful and palpable reminder that you are gone.
I know we’re not talking right now, but it’s late on the day that I start my new life and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I’m going to be doing it all alone. In a few hours, I’ll wake up, shower, make coffee, and go to my job knowing that when I get home I won’t be opening a bottle of wine and telling you how it went. Instead, I’ll be eating cereal by myself while feeling the full weight of the reality that the only person I want to tell about my day is the only person I can’t talk to.
I’ve been a total train wreck in the wake of our demise. An ACTUAL catastrophe of self-loathing and loneliness that I wasn’t even aware I was capable of feeling until I was sitting in my car crying so hard that I couldn’t breathe.My room is now littered with piles of miscellaneous items constantly reminding me that even though you’re gone, you’re never going to be too far from my mind. I confess that sometimes I still take your sweatshirt out of the pile and lie on my bed breathing in your scent and stop pretending to be okay.
In the hours that you’ve been gone, I’ve started the process of organizing my life without you in it. Awkwardly filling the gaps you once occupied with new activities, old acquaintances, crappy movies, and more ice cream than I’d care to admit. Despite all of my efforts to charge ahead and leave you behind, I keep thinking that with enough time you’ll change your mind. That you’ll realize you made a mistake. That you want me back. That you want to be “us” again. That you still love me. I keep thinking you’ll change your mind and once again see me as the person standing next to you . I keep thinking that you’ll simply change your mind and come back to me.
But I don’t want you to change your mind, I want you to make up your mind. I want you to make up your mind that it is me. That I wasn’t wrong to love you so deeply and believe you when you said you wanted to spend your life with me. I want you to make up your mind that while, yes, there are tens or hundreds or thousands of women that you could be with who might be fun/exciting/good in bed that I am the only one you truly love. I want you to make up your mind that the person who makes you happiest and makes your life feel worth living is me.
But I don’t know when or if that will happen and that’s the most painful part of all of this. The possibility that the love of your life may just simply not be me.
Either way I’ll go through each and every day putting one foot in front of the other while working hard to convince everyone that I am fine knowing that you’re somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else. I will put you out of my mind and simply carry on. Until I see your favorite candy at the grocery store. Until my phone vibrates. Until that song comes on. Until I have to go to sleep. Until I fall apart and have to start all over again…without you.
Love always,
Me
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
JOURNAL: LONGING TO HAVE YOU NEAR
There's a darkness that follows me... A past that torments me... Threatens to overcome me...It's when I'm with you, that darkness fades away...I feel alive again....My heart beating again...I find I need you like my next breath of air...
Longing to have you near...Feel your touch...Taste your lips...Aching for the next moment ... Second with you...as long as I can...
Longing to have you near...Feel your touch...Taste your lips...Aching for the next moment ... Second with you...as long as I can...
PERSONAL: I AM THE DESTINY OF YOUR LOVE
Dear Whoever you are,
I could spend forever trying to tell you what love is. But I'd be wasting my time. Until you experience it, you wouldn't understand the simple answer: that it's too complex an emotion. It's not positive or negative. Love just is.
And love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it's over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love. People can call it passion. Or lust. Or obsession. I don't really care. When I'm with her, touching her, is the only time I feel completely alive. If you've never felt the power of that, then I feel sorry for you
Consider the possibilities of loving me. You would have someone by your side, at your feet, who adores you. You would know that the only thoughts on my mind are those of you. I would spend my life dedicated to making your dreams come true. All because I love you. The mysteries that draw me to you are unending. Each day would be filled with discovery as we find out more about each other. Love is a complicated passion, woven with intricate glimpses into another's soul. I ache to know these intricacies. I ache to know you. Let me show you how much I care. Let me be the one to share your love. Say you'll be mine. I can think of no other life than one spent loving you.
I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be
I learned that it is possible for two people to fall in love all over again, even when there's been a lifetime of disappointment between them. A love story like ours should be on the big screen or in the pages of a novel
bottom line ..if you want me, i'm all yours
I am the destiny of your love,
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
I could spend forever trying to tell you what love is. But I'd be wasting my time. Until you experience it, you wouldn't understand the simple answer: that it's too complex an emotion. It's not positive or negative. Love just is.
And love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it's over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love. People can call it passion. Or lust. Or obsession. I don't really care. When I'm with her, touching her, is the only time I feel completely alive. If you've never felt the power of that, then I feel sorry for you
Consider the possibilities of loving me. You would have someone by your side, at your feet, who adores you. You would know that the only thoughts on my mind are those of you. I would spend my life dedicated to making your dreams come true. All because I love you. The mysteries that draw me to you are unending. Each day would be filled with discovery as we find out more about each other. Love is a complicated passion, woven with intricate glimpses into another's soul. I ache to know these intricacies. I ache to know you. Let me show you how much I care. Let me be the one to share your love. Say you'll be mine. I can think of no other life than one spent loving you.
I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be
I learned that it is possible for two people to fall in love all over again, even when there's been a lifetime of disappointment between them. A love story like ours should be on the big screen or in the pages of a novel
bottom line ..if you want me, i'm all yours
I am the destiny of your love,
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
PERSONAL: LOST SOUL
To most people I appear to have a wonderful life - good job, nice home, flashy car, health, reasonably good-looking, amiable, with a good sense of humor. However, I am deeply unhappy. My life revolves around work and I have only a few friends,
I would describe myself as a "lost soul" and this loneliness is draining the life out of me. I have a deep-seated fear of living my life without experiencing having children or even a family. My parents are older and once they are gone..I will only have my sisters. Many women have fallen in love with me or told me they did, but something always came up and none of them ever stayed with me forever. Their action didn't match their words. I can't feel words..i can only feel actions. I married someone who I cared for because she had everything else I was looking for but she really didn't love me, It was one of my biggest regrets.
I have been in love before....a long long time ago..and that is the only thing that keeps me going. Maybe I was suppose to be born in a different time when woman knew how to be caring, loving. accepting and wanted to be with a man who had good character. Woman who realize that happiness lies with family and not some job. You want to know what happiness is to me? It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this. That's what I miss.
I have to believe that every long lost dream, led me to where you are. Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars. Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that god bless the broken road that led me straight to you
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
I would describe myself as a "lost soul" and this loneliness is draining the life out of me. I have a deep-seated fear of living my life without experiencing having children or even a family. My parents are older and once they are gone..I will only have my sisters. Many women have fallen in love with me or told me they did, but something always came up and none of them ever stayed with me forever. Their action didn't match their words. I can't feel words..i can only feel actions. I married someone who I cared for because she had everything else I was looking for but she really didn't love me, It was one of my biggest regrets.
I have been in love before....a long long time ago..and that is the only thing that keeps me going. Maybe I was suppose to be born in a different time when woman knew how to be caring, loving. accepting and wanted to be with a man who had good character. Woman who realize that happiness lies with family and not some job. You want to know what happiness is to me? It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this. That's what I miss.
I have to believe that every long lost dream, led me to where you are. Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars. Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that god bless the broken road that led me straight to you
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
POETRY: I WOKE UP SUNDAY MORNING
All of us have a song
We sing it with every breath we take
In every step we make
This is not the song that is the hit on the charts
These are the songs of our very souls
Each of us has our own song
All the songs are different
And sometimes
Others can hear your song
And they are drawn to it
And you are drawn to them
Their music is so beautiful
You have to be part of it
I was lucky when I met you
Your song was so very clear
And I just knew
That I would enter your life
And you would enter mine
Your song told me so
And as I write this
I can hear you
And I know
That I will be alright
"Love will lead us"
2
If there was a way
I could let you know,
How my heart beats for you.
If there were words
Only I could say,
To tell you, "I love you."
If there was a moment
I could let you inside,
And you could see my heart beat.
That moment would show
Of my love, so true,
All these thoughts I have for you.
Only then, you could say,
You know how I feel
But, for now, you still don't know.
But, when I can prove
All this love is for you,
I swear, I'll make you weak.
So, take my word,
I'll try hard to prove,
My heart beats... for only you.
3
If I had but one breath of life left in me,
I'd give you that breath.
If I had but one piece of music and one song left to sing,
I'd play and sing for you.
If I had but one tiny drop of love locked safely within my heart,
I'd give you the key.
If I could look into but one last set of eyes,
I'd want those eyes to be yours.
If I could feel the passion and tenderness of but one last kiss,
I'd want those lips to be yours.
If I could hear but one last voice whispering in my ear,
I'd want that voice to be yours.
If I could walk in the rain but one last time,
Will you walk with me?
If I could have but one last laugh,
Will you laugh with me?
If I could have but one more night's sleep,
Will you sleep next to me?
If I could feel the tender touch of but one last hand,
Will you touch me?
If I had to choose where to spend my final day of toil,
I would choose the rice fields of Arkansas.
I would be your shade and protect you from the sun.
I would be a gentle breeze and refresh your face.
I would be a cool drink of water and quench your thirst.
If I could write but one last thought,
I would blaze these words across the sky,
"I love you,
4
I remember that night where we had a great time, we kissed and
snuggled and were together all the time.
We were inseprable and loved each other dearly, and we believed
we would be together, surly.
You were the kindest, dearest person anybody ever had, until the
night you made me sad.
You were cruel and harsh and made me cry, your voice suddenly
sounded so devestating and I felt as if I was going to die.
You demanded not to see my face or hear my voice, and you
didn't even give me a choice.
I wanted to be friends but you disagreed, even though I wanted
to proceed.
Loving you was like food to my soul, but now that it is broken,
all I see is an empty bowl.
I cry, thinking of that night when your voice was the last thing
I heard as it went out of sight.
Even though you hate me so, I still have feelings for you and it
will show.
So remember that night.
5
Will you miss me?
If we should part and never meet again,
Will you miss me?
When I leave your company
To go along my way,
Whether it be a week, a month, or just a day,
Will you miss me?
If one day, long after we have parted,
You hear of my death,
Will you weep for me?
Will you miss me?
I want you to know,
No matter where I go,
No matter what I do,
No matter who I become,
I will always miss you.
Whoever you are to me,
Be it enemy, coworker, colleague, or friend
I will miss you when we part,
For you meant something to my heart.
So?
Will you miss me?
6
Two eyes
and admiration for me
make my smile
tickle with the glee
of happiness
Staring at your
perpetual elegance
would make mountians blissful
with the value of enchantment
that you carry for me
makes my heart exstatic
The lovely thoughts of
devotion run through my veins
as I slowly anticipate
getting one more kiss in
before you leave
and the day becomes
an end.
7
Before you came into my life
my heart was in so much pain
I felt my soul die
all there was were drops of rain
But then you came along
and cured my broken heart
You made right all the wrongs
and put back pieces that fell apart
Now being here beside you
makes me remember how life used to be
Lost, lonely, and no one to run to
wondering if anyone could ever really love me
You have given me that love
that I have been searching so long for
You are truly an angel sent from above
and always will be the one I adore
8
he first time I saw your face
I told my eyes they lied.
Would God touch the earth with such beauty
That stars would run and hide?
The first time I kissed your lips
My tears flowed down in streams.
I trembled with the revelation
That I had kissed a living dream.
The first time that I made love to you
I couldn't breathe for days,
Because love with you is so astounding
That it took all my breath away.
But I woke up Sunday morning
Alone, and full of gloom.
Since you left my life is dark,
My house an empty tomb.
I've searched for you forever.
Please tell me where you've gone,
Because even one day without you, My Love
Is like a year: too long...
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What i would do,
To feel your arms within mine,
To taste the sweetness of your lips,
The kindness of your smile,
The warmth in your eyes,
To embrace your heart within mine,
To hold you for forever,and eternity
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
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