Who doesn’t long for someone to hold. Who knows how to hold you without being told. Somebody tell me why I’m on my own, if there’s a soulmate for everyone.”-from “Soulmate” by Natasha Bedingfield
True story yo…
True… true story. I tell you no lies folks…if I didn’t live it, I wouldn’t write it.
Maybe I should preface this…maybe I won’t.
I don’t know what happens after you turn 25. You can’t have a decent conversation without someone giving the pregnant pause, a slight giggle, and then the long drawn out, “Soooooooo how’s your love life?” Some folks are respectful and wait until the end of the conversation to ruin the mood. Others lack tact and jump straight in. I have to believe that yall aren’t being malicious people. I have to believe that curiosity is the thing driving your cats to commit suicide.
I have to believe that you don’t see me cringing as soooo slips from your lips, out into the airwaves, and into my eardrum. Even more disconcerting is the standard dry “Oh,” that comes after I say….besides the fact that I love life, ain’t much poppin off in that department. That’s right people…nothing to see here…keep it moving.
This sounds bitter. It’s not. I think love and relationships are a beautiful thing. The merging of beings into a unit…that’s real sweet right. We all choose our own pills. Some of us are serial daters, and some of us are serial monogamist. Some of us are hopeless romantics, and some of us ain’t got commitment of any type of in us. You just be the best you that you can be, okay.
“Love life” has a very important term in it. That’s right…life. Life is filled with ups and downs. Blessings. Losses. Happiness..Grief. You catch my drift? So why shouldn’t one’s “love life” follow the same patterns of any other axis of life.
I get why people ask though. Besides the fact that yall are nosy as hell (LOL), people are in love with the idea of love. The more reckless the better, with a side of extra spicy details. Tales of wild exploits, lust, romantic abandon, and some good lovin…YES! Get Fabio involved and you’ve got a good ole romance novel (batteries not included).
Wanna hear my romance novel…here it goes…
I found out two weeks ago that a mother chucker (thank you for my new favorite term Gossip Girls) that I’ve been seeing off and on for almost 3 years (more off than on) has a daughter that will be 4 in October. Yep. I didn’t know that toddlers/pre-schoolers grew on trees, but he is living proof that anything is possible.
And cut!
Roll the credits… folks..this story is over.
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