2.06.2009

I once had a Fantasy..

that I would meet a man, a tall man with an accent, and we would date and fall in love and have explosive kisses, and proceed to an engagement that we could announce with fervor, and then off  to an exotic wedding in a faraway place and thence to  marriage. 

Alas, I got it wrong this time 'round. And what I fear (although the admittance of such might be a self-fulfilling prophecy...) is that my destiny lies suchly. Despite the fact that I embrace the fears from my past, it would seem that merely acknowledging them does not necessarily dispel them. On the other hand and from a practical standpoint, I witness my family and peers in relationships that are fraught with struggle, deceit, exaggeration, and disappointment. Is it any wonder that I shy from commitment on a subconscious level???

Indeed, I must admit that my ideas regarding man/woman affairs revolve around unrealistic expectations built into me by the media.. but do they really?? 

2 comments:

Romeo Morningwood said...

We can't seem to break free of those ubiquitous, invasive, happy-ever-after scenarios conjured up by romance novelists.

We know from a biological standpoint that all of those hornymone induced pair-bonding bouts of delerium wear off and then it is a matter of making a conscious decision to keep that relationship vibrant. In this throwaway world of instant gratification that isn't exactly eveyone's cup o tea.

Still, the messages keep coming and we dream of having our little Harlequin moments...sigh...what are ya gonna do?

sEa said...

we go kick some ass, take names, and then settle in for a good wine!