So, I don’t know if it’s all the New Years resolutions still floating through the air, or the fact that this time of year elicits that feeling that anything could be possible, but just when I’m stoically resolved to be blissfully happy with my fabulously independent self, I hear a sappy love song while shopping and it gets me to thinking…. why are we hardwired to want to be with someone special?
I’m the kind of gal that has all her friends (and family ugh) telling her that she needs to get out more and meet a wickedly handsome, svelte, intellectual, with a generous and romantic side (a decent match for you they say), and while I protest with my woman of the world wit, I did just buy a night on the town silk top. Now, if I can’t wear said top to work, and it would be a bit much for a grocery shopping trip, than maybe I do harbor this hidden belief that I should/could stumble across someone interesting. Good lord the idea of facing the dating scene again has me wondering if these musings wouldn't be put to better use posting on this blog.
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I have started to realize that the handsome, svelte packages are like wrapping paper on a cheap gift . . . a total let down. Not to make it seem like all attractive men are good for nothing but eye candy, but I feel like so many of us women complain about wanting the perfect man, but in reality, he's right in front of us. Unfortunately, we don't notice him because we're too busy looking for that ruggedly handsome guy that Harlequin has convinced us is out there waiting for us.
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