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a wonderous adventure on the road to insanity?
10.11.09 @ 02:51
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So I have this friend (I swear its not me, i have a boyfriend whom i am crazy about. anywhoo..) and she’s looking for love. Okay, that's putting it mildly. She is a huntress on the prowl for ‘that’ guy. You know- the guy that will smoothly flick off the anchors keeping her earthbound so she can happily have her head in the clouds. We can all relate to that right? Love gives us wings. Love is the soothing balm for a battered heart. Love is what makes the world go round. Love puts the fizz in our carbonated lives-I made that one up but you get the picture. The only problem-and like all good stories there is a problem-my friend is too smart. Intelligence is her kryptonite. At least in the category of love. Put her up against a panel of lawyers and the girl could argue her way all the way to…well wherever she would go if she were to battled a panel of lawyers. The point is the girl has smarts and it is not doing her a bit of good in the battlefield of love (that one’s not mine).

She has a guy in her life and she has gotten into the habit of dissecting every conversation, glance, meal, the number of times he blinks -you get the picture. Now I like to be as aware as the next girl but there comes a time when you need to just relax. Its like those horrible mosaic pictures that make no sense until you stare at it with unfocused eyes. Only then do you see the real picture hidden inside. It’s possible to get so caught up in determining if the guy you want is into you, you forget to enjoy the wonderful ride of discovery and flirtation. Over thinking can make a sane girl detour at breakdown and end up lost in crazy.

Lets all fall hard for the guy of our (current) dreams; it’s so very fun and passes the time nicely but remember one thing: boys are just not clued in. While we obsess over every smile casually tossed in our direction they continue on oblivious. Of course that’s a good thing because if they knew what went on in our conniving and manipulative brains they would run screaming in the opposite direction.

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