Summary:
I blog about love, my thoughts on it, my loathing of it. I am old enough to know better but my stupidity knows no bounds. He is a guy I've known for years and even I have to a admit there's something there. This is the story of our hate affair.
Blog Entry #45
Everybody seems to know of somebody who met somebody who knocked them off their feet so as to land them right on some guy's dick. Or in the case of said guy he happens to land dick first in a girl. Perhaps I am not making much sense but my point is that the idea of love at first sight is something that I reject. I don't believe in it.
I have this friend, let's call her Angela, she met her current boyfriend while perusing the shelves at the local library. A move that in my opinion could have proven risky. People who still go to libraries are often creepy. At least where we're from. Public libraries are where bums and other strange people go to use browse the Internet for free and secretly jack off to porn smack in the middle of children's story time. I only know this because I saw it with my own two eyes. When people warn you that there are things you can't unsee believe them. I will never again demand to see anything with my own eyes. I could have done without the visual.
Anyway, back to my point. She met this guy among the stacks and they just clicked. It was a magnetic pull. A week later they had already had sex and were planning on moving in together. Their romance reads like something out of a fairy tale. In fact, it has something in common with a fairy tale- it's a fantasy. The fairy tale ends with the big wedding and a promise of happily ever after but do they tell you how the prince smacks his bride around or cheats on her? Of course not. It wouldn't work if there was any ounce of reality in these stories.
That's why to most people, Angela's love at first sight story is a beautiful story. They dated for eight months, got married and were divorced six months later. See? The idea of a perfect love is pornographic. We get off on the prospect of a perfect romance. We don't get to know people, we just focus on how pretty they are or on how skilled they are with their fingers. Hell, some people care about social standing. Sexual chemistry is easy to attain. You're not talking much. I have another friend who is happiest when her boyfriend is pounding into her. You can probably guess why but I will tell you anyway: because the fucker is not talking.
We should all be so lucky to be able to find the perfect person. The perfect person does not exist. They become perfect to us because we look past their faults and all of that cliche crap. We all change, adapt to our partner, and it's a good thing. After a relationship we are never the same.
I think I've said enough for today. It's been a craptastic one for me. I have no idea what to write for my next blog entry. I don't even know that anybody reads this. I know I don't. That's why I ask that you forgive any typos or grammatical mistakes.
-Linda Cisne
Comments:
Carrochio_E: I found you. I told you I would. Challenge accepted and met. Why do you try to hide from me? Your thoughts, your mind... I can't get enough of either.
Linda Cisne: You're a creep. How did you even find me? I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Your persistence is noted and admired.