Don't get me wrong, it's not that I am feeling some kind of way about the current state of affairs in my life or the lives of lovers past... if for no other reason I'm just salty that there is nothing left in my recycle bin. And if you have to ask... yes, every 30+ single girl has rummaged through her recycle-ables a time or two... It's like revitalizing an old outfit; it's a comfortable fit, already hanging in your closet and you know how to wear it (What was that dress called? The Green Monster?! Got a lot of wear outta that one girl!) :P
No but seriously, what it really got me thinking about was some of my dating past and present and the multitude of conversations I have had about the "No spark Steves" and "Can't flirt Frankies" where their credentials were great on paper... fabulous even with their now high-falutin' careers, mild-mannerisms, and on top of that--- just plain "nice". The family (if there was some accidental chance the fam got an introduction) thought he was such a "Christian-fine-young-man" and always seems to be brought up at every family function, "Whatever happen to that "Christian-fine-young-man", what's his name... you know the one we liked so much ?" And I'm sitting there thinking, "The one I could never muster the strength to accept a goodnight kiss??? Oh yeah Granny, he's works up on Wall Street, gotten married, and has a child on the way"... (Dear reader, you DON'T have to tell me of my foolish apprehension with that one... my Granny reminds me that my young tender-ness is fading with each and every birthday where I have to remind her just how old I am without a husband and kids).
So as I am gazing at the facebook pics, I have to ask myself-- he wasn't so bad was he? Why wasn't I the least bit attracted to him? I can't believe I told him to kiss me on my cheek... quickly... in the far corner booth... of that obscure restaurant off of Krog Street...
But then I realize that sometimes we can't help who we are attracted to when we are attracted to them. There are a lot of great guys out there but I realized they aren't all meant for me nor I for them. But as I have gotten older, I slowly removed my pre-conceive-list-of-definites that were defined at a time when I thought I had love figured out-- And what I started to notice was I began to see the man in front of me for what he was and what he brought... sometimes love may look a little lackluster in the beginning especially when we only look for it through our rose-colored (but often times highly delusional) glasses. BUT when we give it a chance, just a small chance, something pheonomenal could be waiting on the other side of that kiss... I think a few of you lady-readers can contest to that. :)
So lately, my love life is as such that I haven't had the opportunity to find what's on the other side of that kiss but until then... to all the Lackluster Leon's of the world? Plant one on me
