Communication vs. Being Needy… where is that fine line.

relationships are perplexing. and scary.

relationships are perplexing. and scary.

Every where you look there’s relationship advice for everyone, being shouted from every medium you can imagine. The internet, television talk shows, books, magazines even Buddist podcasts will sometimes broach the subject. So much of this advice stems on communication. Speaking to each other, saying what’s on your mind and and how you feel. Don’t be afraid to voice your doubts or tell your new love what is bothering you the experts, bloggers and writers tell you. The more you talk about these things the better your connection will be with your significant other. You need to communicate they say. Continue reading

A Question About Love… from one who’s jilted

thinking... always thinking

thinking… always thinking…

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about love. Feeling as if there is a chance I might be able to find it again with a partner as opposed to just having the unconditional love for Princess D and my Inherited Teen. Continue reading

The Men I Attract… could be the reason why I am single

will i ever find the one???

will i ever find the one???

I have had a dating epiphany. A realization that is equally depressing and frightening. And perhaps one that could be a testament to my dating maturity.

I have come to the realization that all of my life I have attracted men that fall into one of two sub-categories of not right for me.  The first are those that say they want girlfriends but really need counselors to take care of them. Continue reading

So… This is the End?

is this it then?
the end to something…
something thought to be beautiful
something thought to be pure
something hoped to be real.

the end to this
tryst with love’s laughter
left with lingering traces
of lust’s longing.
scars telling the end to… this.

this.
what is this?
words led down one path
while actions showed another
clarity dimmed as dusk approached
and this became
undefinable.

so it seems this is the end
to this.
and this is better left
hidden under the garbage
of yesterday’s regrets.

Should Being Stood Up Be The End… the return of blah blah

DSC01517It was the thing romance novels are made off of.

Driving mid-afternoon on a Saturday in November the phone rings. It’s Blah Blah and he’s not in his home city but 15 minutes away from mine. *wtf?* Did I want him to bring over a coffee he asks. A funny question because the town he was in has probably the worst coffee in the world. I suspected what he really wanted was to come for a visit (this was his pattern) so I said sure and I have beer in the fridge so forget the coffee. Continue reading

Fishing in Safe Waters… will she find her match?

DSC01715She barely made it back in the boat.

Left arm throbbing, left side of her chest stinging with a pain she’d never felt before, she lay on the bottom of the boat as it floated on the calm blue waters. Trying to regain her breath she stared at the sky and felt the warmth of the sun heating the chill from her wet skin.

What just happened?  Continue reading