It’s been one long week. The kind where you don’t know where one day end and the other begin? I hate weeks like that they can go on forever and ever …………………………………………………………………………………………………………
But enough about that! Sadly I have no relationship news which this shouldn’t be surpassing since I have no relationship except with my computer. So I am going to tell the World Wide Web about one of my past “boyfriends”. One of the many reason I think I am still single.
I don’t remember his name thank god, I need that brain space for far more worthwhile things, but I meet him at prom awww! He was with another girl but they were just friends since she couldn’t find a date till last minute. We only talked for a short while and we never danced but my friend was sitting at the same table as him and talking to someone else so I talked to him (and yes to those wondering people out there I did have a date for prom, he sat in the corner and didn’t talk to me all night). So it’s not like I felt a “spark” the first time we met. However a week later on the second to last day of school his friend came up to me and told me that for the past week he has been talking about me and wanted to get my number but was shy. So I gave his friend my number to pass along.
For months we talked and text and made plans to met, those we never did. We would be on the phone from dusk till dawn talking about nothing and everything and laughing and even crying about things that made us sad. We shared everything. Finally on the third time he canceled meeting me I had to force an answer out of him. It took a few hours but I finally got it out of him, he couldn’t see me because he didn’t want his girlfriend to know that we were talking “she is the jealous type” apparently. I was so surprised I almost hung up the phone, almost!
From that point on I kept a steady space between us. This didn’t go over so well with him because he said he was going to leave his girlfriend but only if I was well to go out with him. Now he already knew I wanted to go out with him and was ready to do so if he wasn’t currently engaged. Finally one evening when I had taken a trip up to south Carolina he text me a very crude message about how I was leading him on how he didn’t need this and how he thinks it’s best if we stop. Now here I could have been a better person. However, I had grown very attached this mystery man and wasn’t willing to let go, hypnotized with promises of together-ness and leaving his current “master” I text him a picture of where I was and told him I’d be back in a week but if he was going to act like that then we could end it if he wanted, there was really nothing to end since he insisted we were only really good friends. He apologized and said he would break up with his girl friend when I am ready. This was where it got BAD!
Ok, so I asked what he meant by that because breaking up with a girlfriend is something he had to be ready for. (FYI, just talking about him breaking up with his girlfriend for me was sweet but I always felt guilt building up in my stomach, but what did I know this was the first guy out of high school who “cared” about me, I was being stupid). He said in reply; get this, when I’m ready to lose my virginity. Ok that was a little sleazy but I thought well ok we’ve talked about it before and I want him so whets the problem. When I told him this he turns back around and says, “I don’t like virgins so I’m going to set you up with my friend first it should only take a half hour…”
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And that ended my not boyfriend boyfriend, summer of 2006.
Awww summer lovin had me a blast!
Let’s face it there has to be millions of how to find Mr. Right articles and stories out there. Relationship books that never seem to work and advice columns that are more confusing than helpful. But I bet none of the other articles or blogs or books where ever written by an honest to God twenty year old virgin. Yes I know, I’m no forty year old virgin and I’m certainly not the bride of Frankenstein, I’m “young and pretty and have my whole life to find Mr. Right”. But as young as I am in this day in age I might as while be forty and packing my bags for the retirement house. People put some much statues in who’s done who and how many partners one’s had that its almost comedic to see the look of shook on peoples faces when I tell them I’m still cherry.
So hears my article, every week, about relationships and the damage they do, straight from the virgin’s mouth! How I attend to run up this twenty year dry spell and final water the bush (ooo that’s a bad and dirty pun). Finding Mr. Right isn’t easy, or possible, not with so many Mr. Right now's and Mr. right until something better comes along right in front of me. But in this mass sea of lonely nights and wild men I plan to discover if I am doomed to be a virgin living in my mothers basement forever, or if there’s a devine plan for me and my chastity.
I love stormy weather!
It is such a perfect time to stop and think about all the good things in the world,
A piece of time,
Paused in all its ever moving glory
To find happiness!
On good days the world returns to its rushed and active duties. Women keep on smile at their children as they play on the jungle gym and men meet up in large groups for a drink after a long day.
But on stormy days no one wants to go out, no one wants to play or drink or leave the comfort of their bed, and so they remain indoors warm and safe and enjoying the peace of a stormy day.
Is there anything better?
And on these stormy days people can curl up and do what people do best,
Open their eyes and dream!
A stormy day makes people see how wonderful the sun is,
How wonderful the touch of warmth can be.
And yet has beauty of its own!
Without stormy weather there would be no water for the planet to survive on and no lighting to paint the sky, no thunder to sing to us. Never again could a flower dance in the wind and bath in the rain. No more could leaves shine with the glow of fresh life. Stormy weather brings with it the everlasting, ever longing rain, a sweet scent that goes unnoticed as a favorite of many till it is reminded once more by the stormy weather.
Even the weather before the storm is also a sight to behold. The sky fills with white cotton candy clouds and animals of all kinds sing to one another in a chores of cluttered sounds!
Soon after, the clouds begin to darken and take on mystical shapes of all kinds. Some can be lovely and cute, others can be strong and bold, but all are just clouds and will pass with the rain.
And to be a couple, young and in love, trapped in that rain. Showers of cool water pouring over the hot passion. Does it cool the love then? No, it can only make it stronger. A tender memory of withering the storm together.
And what of a tried mother, pushing the stroller that her child cry’s in. Heavy with the days labor from work, from shopping for the food she plans to feed her family, and from the fear that while her child was in the hands of strangers she missed out on the rare moments of ‘firsts’. What could being caught in a storm do for her and her aching life as she is forced to flee for shelter, to find a dry spot to protect her child? Once in the safety of a nearby bus station she pauses and hears…laughter! The once crying child had stopped its weeping and replaced it was the happy laughter of curiosity and the mother sees in this moment of stolen time that she has missed nothing. This is her Childs first storm, what joy!
And of stormy nights, dark and cooling. What better time to spend with your family. For all are forced inside by the cooling earth and the rain, inside safe and warm with the ones that love you. Here is a night for movies and fresh baked cookies. For hot chocolate and when the lights go out, to sit by candle light and…dare I say talk!
Yes, I truly love stormy weather!
For it also reminds us that there is more to life then sunny days and blue skies.
That life is ups and downs and even goes from one side to the other.
Stormy weather is a reminder of how good it is to have sunshine. If for say all the weather was always sunny and bright and perfect then how anyone would ever know? Without a storm to remind us how good it is, and then there is nothing to say that it is good at all.
Not every cloud has a sliver lining, but without the storm the mighty oak could never grow so strong!
If all the sadness in all the world where to just dry up and everyone was forever happy form this day on, who is to say then that we are not just content?
This is not to be confused with that bad is not really bad. Only that bad should not always be seen with such a negative view.
For people will see pain as bad, bad is negative! Yet without pain how could anyone ever know what is wrong. Pain is a way for us to see that something is not right and, if possible, something should be done to correct the situation.
Still some people will say that stormy weather is for the crocked, the twisted, the evil. That bad is only negative, that pain is only pain. Some people will say, “Open your eyes and see the storm for what it is….a storm”.
To that few I say, “Open your eyes and maybe you’ll see a rainbow!”
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