If you have ever been in love, it is kind of like someone kicking you in the shins with a shoe made of brick. Naturally, you fall down.
Ouch. Bruised and injured, it can be hard to get back up. Now you know what love feels like. You are changed.
Not that I have one, but I can only assume that it is similar to getting a tattoo. The pain and the anguish is nearly unbearable, yet exhilarating nonetheless. A voluntary suffering. Things that once used to cause pain- toe-stubbing, paper cuts, hair-pulling- no longer have as tight a grip on your threshold. You are a stronger person now and you have the scars to prove it. You are hardcore.
Maybe falling in love is also like childbirth. If the end result were not worth the pain, than I would not be here today.
It takes but a moment for love to kick your footing out from under you, yet quite possibly an eternity to regain yourself. But once you do and once the pain of heartache, tatoos, or birth subside… all you want is another.
Herein lies my current situation with dating.
I have done mediocre dating, I have done just for fun dating, I have done good but not great dating. However, now that I have done fall on my butt, head over heels dating, all I want is someone that will pull the ground out from under me even harder. Catch me off guard! I want to fall on my pretty-little face.
As if I was not picky enough before, I seem to be patiently waiting for the guy with enough potential to floor me. Make me fall. Infect my thoughts. Drive me crazy. If I am still standing, if I am still rational, if I am still breathing, than you are not the one for me.
I am not attracted to passive. Let me see you being extraordinary. I want to fall on my face.
And the beat goes on,
Cleo
