I am sure that it is obvious to anyone that not only am I an amateur in this venue. But I also have... no idea what I am doing........... So I have read many papers on how to start a blog, you must first have something you are extremely passionate about. Well I am passionate in many things just as I assume everyone is, But to one thing I am more passionate than I could ever imagine. And that is writing although I have studied long and hard to better my art I find that writing is the first thing I think of when I wake and the many stories I have either read or embellished put me to sleep at night. So that being said, I am proud to present the many not so adventures tales of a creative mind.
A Passing Gentleman?
I often find myself entranced when I strike across a man who seems redeemable or interesting I soon find my mind wondering if all women wonder on the qualities we see. Do the same questions that plague my mind apply to all my gender? Like, Is he the ONE? The one to make me feel great ,whole and loved. But as most strong willed women I am well aware that this kind of happiness begins first with oneself. That if another person is added to the equation of an "immature" person a complicated mess is sure to arise. To this I say aren't we all "immature" at some point. Let me dream. So despite all this I still find myself lost in the imagining of the life we might share.(To this I must point out I am in a hospital bed two days after a surgery.) As I look into your smiling eyes I ask the world to stop. Yes let me just lay here, enjoying your strong muscular arms encircling me every night. With that love and compassion you seem to show blanketing me in warmth and comfort. Your large calloused hands daunting my own small and delicate ones. Your fair skin and strawberry coarse hair so different from my dark complexion. Would we have children together? What would they look like? Are you tormented by those memories of the war I imagine you have seen? Would you be like a hunter like my brother? Someone he could bond with? Your heavy boots left on the steps waiting for your day off from the hospital? While the aging Rocco (our dog) waits for our busy happy life to slow during the weekend when we hunt and fish together. Would we have a fireplace to sit near while I darn your favorite socks? Would we argue over silly things but then make passionate love?
But to this I must interject. I having never experienced this am told that after such a scene one would pile two pillows between you and he and ferociously smack away his hand whenever it creeps close. But back to my fog of joy. Would your mother and father like me, they so warm and friendly compared to my crazy and dysfunctional family. Although I know we have met but only for a few moments you have impressed upon me our future together. Sadly now I watch you leave neither asking for number or giving forth anything more than a goodbye. As the door shuts, closing out our future I am reminded, my luck with men would surely be as bad as my other female counterparts in my family. Now left back in reality I shrug my shoulder saying to the sterile room "perhaps it is better to have never continued any farther my dear." Flicking on the T.V. one last parting thought. Thank you for the sweet dreams, now what was his name?
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