What’s it been? A month, maybe two, since the fated “blind” date? Boy time flies when you become a thirty-something single chick whose mum’s biological clock is ticking. These weeks have been filled with enough angst it’d make a healthy and normal twenty year old puke her brains out to get back her youthful girlish figure. I always swore I would never worship in that church because at some point in a relationship it shouldn’t be so hard and the couple should become comfortable, shouldn’t they? You know, kinda like a nicely worn and comfortable pair of Christian Louboutin smoking slippers. Right? And to be honest, lately, just every once in a while, I see this glaring sign above Jay’s head that glows a huge neon, “he’s not that into you.” I don’t know what it is, I suppose I could be imagining it, but it’s happened a few times, so at some point you just have to go with your gut instinct. Well, maybe you don’t, but I do. Why? Because I can compromise on some things. When I purchased my Jeep a few years ago, I compromised on power door locks to get the year and model in a white color that I wanted. I regret not having power locks at times, but I can live with it. But I can’t compromise on me. I won’t compromise when it comes to me, I am not the small stuff, I am the important stuff.
The take from? There are so many degrees to love. You can love and marry a friend, and perhaps in the long run this kind of stability is what you are looking for. I believe my parents are of this nature, which is fine for many, I suppose. If you are the sort who prefers quiet comfortable penny loafers in a relationship, my hat’s off to you. But me? I want the Christian Louboutin’s of passion, worship, and love that will ignite and then slow burn to the softest brightest embers of old age. Is that so wrong? I know I might never get there, but for now, I think I am going to hold out for Lauren Bacall’s Bogart, Cleopatra’s Antony, or Yoko Ono’s John Lennon. ‘Course, I might just go buy a new pair of shoos instead, I haven’t quite decided yet.
Hair: Boudoir, Madama Pompadour
Bra Top:*SoliDea FoliEs* Venusia
Gown: Boudoir, Midnight Mermaid