I was first introduced to the 'omen' in the B romantic comedy, 'Fools Rush In '. If you don't recall or haven't had the pleasure of viewing this semi heartwarming film with Salma Hayek and a pre-drug addicted Matthew Perry... Allow me to recap: Boy meets girl, boy impregnates girl, boy struggles with fatherhood, girl's family does not approve of boy, boy and girl fall in love, conflict arises, you know the rest. At the point of the picture where boy and girl fight and split, boy begins to see 'signs' all around him. Teensy signals that remind him of girl... On a billboard, words from an old woman, lyrics in a song. And let us not forget about John Cusack's journey of omens in 'Serendipity ' while he ran amok looking for that sweet British girl (Kate Beckinsale), whom he only had a moment with long ago. It was a series of omens that made him turn his back on his fiance and run for a stranger. Yes, these are 'movie' omens. Scripted fairy tale versions of the adventures of love. But, in reality, I have experienced similar signs. Some even convinced me enough to fly overseas and stand across the street from the 'boy' with a bouquet of flowers. I'm cheesy, but let's put that aside. What the hell do they mean, these strange things we call omens? Are they in fact meant for us specifically? It's really the question between whether they appear by pure coincidence or if they are true signals that someone is supposed to play a certain romantic role in our lives for however long. By true, this would mean that fate and destiny also play a palpable part in our world. Or, we just happen to hear that one song lyric, see that movie poster of their favorite film, or receive a phone call when we least expect it and... it doesn't mean a damn thing. It's simply our imagination and our hopeful hearts that turn these happenings into omens so that we can continue to convince ourselves that this connection between us and another human being is, possibly... Meant to be. This is not a bad thing, unless of course, we need to let go. We may never know if they're a part of our reality or our romantic inventions. You can go right ahead and write them off and throw them in the bin. For me, omens are a pleasant push n' shove... a little hope towards that great thing called love.Dedicated to C.D. (Braaaoowwn)
We are constantly weaving through phases in our life, experiencing moments of wholehearted pride-filled independence, rock bottom loneliness and two-to-tango connections. At times, we'd just as rather sit down to a dinner with ourselves, whereas somedays we desire to reach across the table and find the touch of another's hand. Each individual is different but there is no doubt that, at one point or another, we all want absolute freedom one day and an ultimate partner the next. Sure, the days - months - and years in between the wanting vary, but we 'want'. That's the point.
We all want to be wanted. I surely do right now (at this very moment) and I will admit it to you with every particle of passion that runs through my body. I've known this for quite some time now, realizing that I've spent a good amount of months/years on my own and now yearn for the warmth of another human's admiration.
Ah, but here lies the itch - the obstacle - the fact: The connection I go to bed thinking about is not immediate. We can't snap our fingers and have them (whoever they may be) in our lives with the blink of an eye, nor can we plan and seek as if it were a project. All I've been told by the people around me is to simply 'let it go'. Know that I want what I want and let it be. When someone comes along and that someone is right in the moment, well, then it's right.
This is easier said than done, I tell myself. But the truth, whether we like it or not is that we must let time and circumstances take their course. This is not to say that I'm putting the belief of fate and destiny on the table - but you never know. I don't know. I can only know what I want and, as Lennon and McCartney put it, "Let It Be."
Here's to knowing what we want, letting it go and keeping that nugget of hope that they will come around the corner eventually.
People go to seminars for stuff like this: Where to go to find someone. Places to frequent in order to make a connection...
I was pondering this issue and then some while I was standing somewhere in between the canned food aisle and the bread aisle of the grocery store. I pushed my goody filled cart past plenty of men and women; every now and then exchanging a glance or two, or three. I found plenty of moments where I could have struck up a conversation with an attractive 20-30 something being while reaching for the same Tropicana OJ carton or Progresso soup can. But I didn't... because I didn't feel like it. Maybe it was the circumstances: A long day of work, not feeling physically pristine, Not looking, etc., etc. Who knows?
Whether it's at the supermarket, the museum, that party next Friday, or the cafe down the street, the opportunity is there for you if the time is right. Everyday you can meet someone new and it's entirely up to you and your guts' level to make a move in some way, shape or form. Unless, of course, you're lucky enough to be approached by someone with courage ahead of your game. Hopefully you'll be in the mood to meet and vice versa.
Let's look at it as one big equation: You meet someone and they meet you + If your hearts and everything that life has thrown your way happen to be on the same frequency level = Then so be it. This is not always the case.
Let's look at it as one big equation: You meet someone and they meet you + If your hearts and everything that life has thrown your way happen to be on the same frequency level = Then so be it. This is not always the case.
I've been involved in several conversations recently where a friend was racking their thoughts, trying to figure out why he/she seemed so perfect with their lover but life's circumstances set them on two rafts drifting in opposite directions. "Why, oh why?" They asked themselves, "Did something so bound... unwillingly fall a part?" I found myself giving the following advice regarding romantic timing:
The problem is.... "It's not who you meet, it's when you meet them."
Now, you can interpret this any way you like, but I see it as - It's All About Timing. I've met someone and cared for them dearly but at that specific point in my life, I was completely in my own head and my life was too jumbled to settle into a relationship. The other party had their career in place and their heart ready in the line of fire. He was ready to fall and I was ready to fly.
The constant flow of two people meeting in this world is like the constant movement of a see-saw. Up they go, down you go, up you go, down they go. When you find someone on the other side who can help you to effortlessly settle the see-saw to a steady balance, well, then you know. The time is right.
It's funny, don't cha think? The soundtrack of our lives sometimes speaks for us or gives us a push 'n shove when the moment is just about right. Music can have quite an extraordinary effect on a romantic circumstance. There are messages in lyrics and unspoken emotions in melodies. For your listening pleasure, I've gathered some admirable crooners and ballads which may accompany each and every kind of situation under the amorous sun:
For when you've fallen, yet again...
Simply for rejection and irresistible temptation...
When you think you want your friend to be more than a friend...
When the goin' gets goin', what are we?...
For the one whose worthy to star in your daydreams...
And finally, when you've found him or her and you just know...
I dedicate this particular blog to John Mayer, or the radio DJ from that fine day in the bodega. If it weren't for you or him/her, I might not have said anything and may never have found out that I was not the only lady traveling to that bed in Jersey on a daily basis. Here's to the one... and it certainly wasn't him.
To Touch v.
1. vti. to put a part of the body, especially the fingertips, in contact with something so as to feel it.
2. vt. to apply the slightest pressure to something.
Sometimes it is difficult to be so close to the person that you adore. Even a pure accidental touch is quite unbearable and the body is sent into shock, a nervous shock filled with excitement. For some, a brush between one’s arm or hand against the other is enough physical contact to please. It’s not that you can’t stand it, but it’s overwhelmingly hard to handle.
A single touch can, at times, be sexual. Okay, so maybe it doesn’t result in an orgasm, but the outcome is something more, especially when you can’t get enough of being with that particular person. The physical and mental reaction can become a sort of addiction, similar to the desire for someone’s scent. The scent of a human being is an entirely different kind of compulsion for admiration. The cologne, perfume, or laundry detergent can be bought anywhere, but the presence and feeling of a specific man or woman becomes enchanting and is impossible to purchase.
Touching knees and elbows places you under a trance and it is only that individual that can make you feel the way that you feel in that moment. Though you may feel satisfied and delighted, after the fact, you urge for something more.
When that simple touch turns into something supplementary; a physical relationship containing passion and fixation, the sensation is quite sublime.
Parisian men… what can I say about them? Well, there is a lot to say. I could generalize and state that this well-dressed species behave no different than tigers hunting for their prey. This is true in some cases, but they come strong and they come gentle. For an American girl a Parisian man can be just what the doctor ordered. Unlike the typical Mr. U.S.A, a French man does not stand and wait in the back of the bar. They will talk to you, look into your eyes, buy you a drink, caress your hand, and when the moment is right… kiss you like you’re the only woman in the world.
This all sounds cliché right? Try sitting in a café alone with a book and your nice cup of chocolat chaud. If a man doesn’t sit right next to you and tell you all about his life, then you’re still guaranteed some good “eye sex” from the attractive wait staff.
Sure these Parisian Casanovas have plenty of amorous adventures, but there is a beautiful quality that they possess. No, it’s not a physical quality (although those are quite nice). It is how they live, and most importantly, how they live in the moment. Though tomorrow may be another day consumed with new rendezvous and another lit cigarette, in that one instant with Mr. Paris you are heard and you are made to feel like the extraordinary woman that you are.
Paris is not romantic because you’re supposed to fall in love and kiss in front of the Tour Eiffel. No. Paris is romantic because you open your heart to a complete stranger, you have conversations you would never think of having, and you share a moment with one person who, though you may not know very well, seems to be the only one you want to walk down the street with for hours.
Lately it seems as though the women of my generation have been more concerned with their physical well-being, as opposed to the “mental.” I’m not talking about “making use of your monthly gym membership” or “sand-papering your cellulite with the latest Bath&Bodyworks loofah sponge.” No, I’m talking about sex; about our natural desire to orgasm. It has always been said that men were more concerned with sex… “Sex is all they think about.” Wrong, incorrect, false, that’s a nada. We all want it.But let’s get back to the topic, the issue at hand. “I’m just in it for the sex,” is what I hear most from my friends, the drunk girl at the diner on 86th and 1st, and my own conscience. But what does it mean to be “just in it for the sex?” One-night stands are a different thing but sleeping with someone on a regular basis will never be “just sex.” The act of sex is intimate. Your body is lusting for another human being, just as they are lusting for you. When these moments of pleasure happen on a weekly basis, there is bound to be something else between the two, other than lubricant and condoms. Continuing a sexual relationship has an affect on your mind and body. Eventually one person, or even both, want more out of what they’re getting.
It’s complicated, I know. Generally the case is that you can’t have one without the other. So, either get what you want and leave or be prepared for the “What are we?” conversation.
You always know it’s that time of year when every storefront window display is chalk-full of paper- mache pink and red hearts. Valentine’s Day; when couples actually have to ring out the romance and hang it out to dry with some processed chocolate hearts and a pair of red-laced underwear. But what is it with the hearts? Or, the heart, if you will. It is love’s mascot, the symbol for feeling all emotion. We use it in expressions: “My heart is heavy,” "My heart is sad," “My heart is breaking,” “My heart is filled with love.” Why is the heart the center of love? How did it come to be that a small beating muscle would measure our feelings for another human being?Let me first point out that I am no scientist. I can only draw information from what I learned in 7th grade biology class. Scientifically, the heart is what keeps us alive. It is connected to our neurological nerves, blood stream, and air. If the heart stops, we stop living. It’s funny how we feel a physical pain when we are rejected or our special someone has just broken up with us. But it is the heart that continues to beat long after we hear, “I’m sorry but this just isn’t going to work out.” Emotion is a part of the physical, and so is the heart. Sometimes our mind thinks one thing, while our heart feels something else. But really, the heart and the mind are connected.
Why do you think your heart begins to beat faster when you see someone you want walking towards you? Your heart knows what you want. Sometimes it just needs to slow down, but when you are in a moment, it’s simply impossible.
Age… twenty-one years old. Relationship status… single and waiting for something or someone, but not sure what. Currently… sitting in a café a la Place de la Sorbonne.
I’m sipping on a cup of chocolat chaud and one word comes to mind. Waiting. This is a word that, though you may not think you use a lot, happens to find its way into our thoughts and conversations on a regular basis. Tsk, tsk…always waiting. We are waiting for the check. Waiting to meet your friend. Waiting to receive your exam grade. Waiting for your next period (that one is for the ladies). Waiting for the bill. Waiting for the dog to pee. Waiting for your skin to clear up. “Waiting for the world to change,” as John Mayer would put it. Waiting until the next day to begin your diet. Waiting for your friends to get a clue. Waiting for the next paycheck. Waiting for that special someone.
Sure, in the meantime we are busy doing all the other things we have scribbled in our daily planner. But often we wait. In terms of waiting for the one, is that the norm for every man and woman, boy and girl? Eventually, many people marry, or end up with someone for the rest of their lives. In between we spend most of our time dating different people. But what does it mean to wait for someone? Essentially, it means that it is in the cards for us to eventually meet our compatible other. All of the dates and meetings that we have with the opposite sex are like tests; getting the feel for the person across the table from you. We carefully look into their eyes and examine their potential as a lover. This “test” goes for everyone we romantically see, whether they’re walking past us or sitting across the restaurant.
It seems romantic doesn’t it? Waiting for the cliché lightning bolt. Walking down the street, glancing into the eyes of a stranger. But love will come along one day, maybe even more than once. Just you wait.
Many young men and women come out of college having hundreds of different encounters with the opposite sex. A handful of college graduates have, at one point in their life, found themselves in the “college-marriage.” Yes, I know you know what I’m talking about. Ah yes (a sighing sound), the first real love, where infatuation and love go hand in hand. This kind of relationship lasts anywhere from several months to one’s entire four years of college; and many even continue on until long after graduation.
I myself have been tangled in a year-long college relationship, in which I experienced all of the cliché attributes of the sample marriage. Though at the time I had sparkles in my eyes and saw no one but the boy I had so easily attached myself to, I find myself asking the question, “Is a college-marriage rational?” Is it smart to put ourselves in a situation where our heart and mind are so devoted to one individual at such a young age?
For those of you that are unfamiliar with this kind of relationship, I shall set a scene for you…
Sarah, 18, is a Freshman at her new University. The first couple months she was occupied with long nights that lasted into the morning. She and her friends attended every party on campus: fraternity parties, sorority parties, toga parties, you name it. She was having a ****ing good time, especially making out with a different guy every weekend. And let’s face it, we’ve all done it, it’s college right? Some time into her second semester, Sarah met Mark, a 19 yr. old Sophomore majoring in economics. Mark had recently hooked up with Sarah’s roommate but he seemed to fancy Sarah more. They clicked right away and started to spend most of their free time together. Chugging beers at parties turned into nights inside, watching their favorite classics… Varsity Blues and Van Wilder. Mark and Sarah went everywhere together. They walked each other to their classes, ate together at mealtimes, and even played musical beds by rotating the nights they spent in each other’s dorm rooms. Sarah and Mark’s friends began to hint at the amount of time they spent together and without hanging with other groups of students. These remarks only made the two love - birds spend more time away from their friends. Sarah’s roommates complained that they never had the dorm room to themselves so Sarah started spending every night of the week in Mark’s bed. As far as Sarah and Mark went, they continued to exchange their inner-most secrets, as well as their affectionate feelings for one another. It wasn’t long before the words, “I love you” were said and they began to talk about their life together, in the present and in the future. Months turned into years and Mark and Sarah were still a couple into their Junior and Senior year of college. After awhile they began to fight a lot, mostly about trivial things. They would break up and get back together every other week, but it all seemed worth it in the end…until the next fight would occur. Of course, other people were interested in dating Sarah and Mark, but it didn’t seem possible in their eyes to ever be with another person. Or at least not for the moment…..
Mark and Sarah’s situation is very common. Of course, we don’t know how the story ends. Many couples break up before the end of college, and most of the time one person feels swamped by their partner. Sometimes the infatuation turns into obsession and jealousy causes false accusations of cheating. Bottom line is, we are young and should have the freedom to be on our own long enough to know ourselves as an individual. It’s difficult to discover new experiences and meet new people when there is always someone by your side, and I’m not talking about your parents.
Experiences are experiences, and relationships are a part of growing into adulthood, but perhaps relationships should be like a healthy European diet; small meals throughout the day. Take love in small doses until who knows when.
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