...figuratively, that is. Ok, not really - but I notice in my dating life - it's just never simple. It's not meeting one person who's really cool and going at a comfortable pace until you end peacefully or remain committed. The opening scene in Grey's Anatomy last night was priceless - She's laying in bed, naked with a white sheet wrapped around her figure, with that "after-glow" (you know what i'm refering too!). She turns to one side to kiss one of her suitors, then to the other side for a kiss from another one. Talking about a fantasy! It never works that way for me.
It's either, ya hit it off with two people and feel it would be too complicated to carry on with both therefore, you choose one and let the other go. Inevitably, in my case, I end up choosing the wrong one. Glutton for punishment I am. Or, If I happen to be one of two in my suitor's life, i'm not the chosen one. I think maybe I should become a nun.
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