Kiss

When you were in elementary school, was there a girl who ran around the playground kissing all the boys during recess? We didn't have one at my school. But there is one at my school now and she needs to be told that, while the flirtatious behavior was cute at age 7, it isn't so cute now.

I'll never understand the "Sex and the City" mentality, as much as I would like to embrace it. I cannot imagine sleeping with somebody, just for the sake of it, and enjoying it if I didn't care about them. And what's really absurd about this is that I am the last of a dying breed; me, with my morals and standards and what my mother defines as my "irrational need to live in The Holiday or The Notebook."

Well you know what? I'd rather be single until the day I die than settle. Maybe it is irrational, and maybe I will never love anybody as much as I love the city, but at least I have the guts to wait for what I think I deserve. I want my one, great love; my great romance, my amazing story that my grandchildren will tell their children. I want my legendary love story.

My parents were engaged 4 weeks after they met, and that's what I want. I want to know within the first few days that it will last for life. I don't want to date somebody for so long that we decide marriage is the next step. I want to meet somebody and realize, between a few late night talks and long drives, that either our minds will wander back to those talks and drives for the rest of our lives, or we will find a way to be together.

Call me irrational or cliche. Chalk it up to one too many chick flicks. But I cannot see my life jumping from 21 to 81 without a moment when I look down the block and see that long lost somebody, drop my purse and sprint down the sidewalk to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, his face in my hands. I simply cannot.

peace, love, and ponies.

"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly."
- Rose Franken