“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
~ Robert Frost
I had the best time in my life on our first date.
Pizza and a movie sounded so adolescent, I was caught off guard by how much more I wanted of our conversation. How much more I was curious about him.
Like a battle weary veteran, I was well versed in stealing away the spontaneity of attraction.
This is probably just all much ado about nothing.
Kinda like going to watch a B-rated movie.
When I set my expectations low, the flick turns out a lot better than imagined.
Problem was, this time I really wanted him to like me.
The Dumbest Thing
I wasn’t gonna let lightning strike twice.
I’d been burned before, and I had the char marks on my overdone romantic history to prove it.
Don’t get me wrong. I love watching chick-flicks. But getting my romantic hopes up felt like eating those ice cream fat-cubed bon bons. A few are good for entertainment, but hold onto them too long — and you’ll end up with a tummy full of regret and the day after, a size too big to inhale into those skinny jeans.
So, the next day when Prince Charming called to invite me over to his place for dinner, I was ready to skip the fairytale and get to The End…
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