Column A vs. Column B

Sometimes I wonder what the attraction is to the ones that we cannot have. I know what I want, I want something fulfilling, challenging, intellectual, someone on the same page as me. All those people I have encountered like this seem to fall into the unattainable category. Then there are the easy ones, they are reliable, agreeable, always there for you no matter what. But they don’t gave you that irresistible, can’t live without you feeling. So you put up with it because having someone feels good, but in the end you let go because it is not satisfying. Where are the combination guys? The smart, challenging guys, that makes your heart race, and will be there for you regardless. Is there no place where the two types cross and make the perfect guy? When can I stop going back to those of my past who each have a part of what I want hoping over time they have developed the rest? Perhaps I think that these little encounters will leave me feeling pleased or guide me towards what I am truly looking for. Nine out of ten times though it is just a bitter reminder of why my past is my past, that I should stop including them in my future, even if just briefly.
So are the unattainable ones just the ones that we have fun with? Brief flings we will remember and always imagine they could have been something more. Leaving the reliable ones to be the ones we stick with, sacrificing the thrill that we crave? I sure hope not, I hope I can chalk up my past to my bad taste and insecurities. Hoping that I am growing up and obtaining qualities that will attract someone with everything I want. Someone who is in it for the long haul, and can give me those constant butterflies.
Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic

Taking Chances

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This feeling I have I have had it before
It is one that leaves me wanting more
More of something that perhaps is not smart
But I cannot stop these thoughts once they start

This already may be a lesson in the making
This risk I already know I will be taking
This risk I will take for butterflies
Without pausing to ask myself why

I have been waiting for some fun and smiles
And will take it even if only for awhile
I will try to be smart if I can
Creating some cushioning for when I land

But smart can be hard when you don’t stop to think
And certainly hard when you melt at a wink
But I won’t be afraid to take chances anymore
Even at the risk of losing a bit of my heart once more

Because a heart can be bruised
However chance may be few
As smart or as stupid as this idea may be
I am taking this chance on you
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Oh she loved the lines around his mouth

Questions....

How do you know when someone who has wronged you has done enough to be forgiven. When is it time to let go? Or if you have let go and moved on, then is all not forgiven? After all it is almost forgotten.
If you give the wrong-doer in question another shot than is it your fault if it ends up being a re-run of the last time? You are certainly the one left looking stupid. "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me." Or, break my heart and I will break your face. Oh wait, I'm trying not to be that tough single girl anymore. Although a smart single girls is better than an being a fool. Although I have had a lot of fun being foolish. But I suppose eventually the fun will wear out..... one day. I am not looking to any answers to these questions, I was simply just putting it out there.

Lie to me and hold me close Tell me that you love me even though you don't The rule is don't you ever even talk about Forever but you never say never

Room for Improvement

As much as I write what I want, who I think I am and who I want to be, there are times when that just flys out the window. I have a feeling (okay, I know) that I constantly give off the "eternally-single" vibe. Which I do not want. Hopefully I have only done this because I would rather be single then with the people I have met, but what if the right one comes along and I miss out on it because I am so confortable in my bachlorette-mode that they write me off. I have thought about this before but have time and time again realized things I have said or done only condridict what I am truly after. I guess I have to work a little harder and make some changes, and shut my big mouth once in a while.
That's the other thing.. I'm a: "too loud, challenging, beer-drinking, cigar-smoking bachorlette" As it was kindly point out by my mother. She says she hopes I drop that soon, or not act like that around someone I really like. As much as I would like to chalk it up to the fact that I haven't met that person yet I do need to start working on some etiquette and lady-likeness. Because old habits die hard and it might be too late soon. Time to peel away this protective layer, my proud single girl attitude to make room for something more.
Wish me luck, I know I am going to need it this time!
The Hopeless Romantic xox

In the heat of the summer sunshine....

I think this burst of sun has my mind leaping towards summer thoughts. Or perhaps leaping back. If I close my eyes and let the sun beat down on m I can live in my memory for a moment. I was recently watching something where I heard that "Memories can live on as long as we are alive". So I will from time to time, because there are although there are few good ones, the good ones are oh so good.

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In the Summertime

A summer love is unlike the rest
A summer heart beats wildly in my chest
The days are longer
And love in stronger
In the summertime

A summer love can start so fast
Knowing that summer love can not last
So I will love all I can in that short time
With the one I call mine
In the summertime

A summer love can get hotter than the sun
Discovering passions as fiery as blood runs
Devouring each moment before the autumn chill
Because I can only seem to find that thrill
In the summertime

However this summer heart seems to beat all year
And I wish my summer love was here
What I wouldn’t give for a summers kiss
And all the other things I miss
About the summertime
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So until the summertime... The Hopeless Romantic xox