Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Monday, November 11, 2013

I am not dead yet

So, if I'm not dead yet, where the hell have I been? Well, I designed between 10-20 characters for a Halloween venue at my job and then worked said Halloween venue. I made my personal Halloween costume so that I could lose my Rocky Horror virginity in grand style. (I know, I'm a horrible theater person!) I went as Columbia in her Time Warp outfit (gold sequined tailcoat, matching hat, sequined bustier, striped shorts, pink sequined bowtie, and bedazzled shoes) oh and did I mention I cut and styled the wig myself? I started researching the costume and all its pieces way back in July and started buying all of the materials over the course of several paychecks. The really fun part was I went with a friend who was sweet enough to dress up as Eddie and we went on his motorcycle. A few people honked and hollered at me as we cruised down the streets. We even won third place in the costume contest. Go us!
Well, this "friend" and I have been seeing each other for about 5 months now. It's nothing long term because once again, I'm not sure where I'm going to be in a few months. I think it's been liberating to have a for-now relationship as opposed to a forever relationship because we just enjoy each others' company and we do things together and just live in the moment as opposed to worrying about a future neither one of us can control. We could say "Oh fuck it, we're not going to be together in 3 months, so why bother trying?" and call it quits right here, right now. But we don't. We'd rather have fun and go see Rocky Horror and Spamelot, go to dinner and a movie together than be bored with our lives separately. The future doesn't guarantee anybody anything, so why not enjoy what you're given?

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Corner Bar

If I had to guess
as to your whereabouts
on any given Saturday night,
well, knowing you as I do
I'd say you were at that old corner bar.

No, I can't say you're a drunk,
who needs a fix of whiskey and Guinness
although honey I've had my doubts.
But on any given night
I would bet my life you're crooning
at that old corner bar.

I remember the first time I heard you sing
coulda sworn my heart would melt
as you sung our story through Mrs. Jones,
and on any given Saturday, it's Sinatra or Queen.
Songs of love but never for me
at that old corner bar.

It all started as a harmless fling
and I didn't mind what I'd been dealt,
even though my friends didn't condone
I really like being your arm candy.
You were the king of kareoke
at that old corner bar.

Weekend after weekend we'd spend
lying in each others arms
and lying to the world about us.
But you kissed me one day
and the secret was out.

I thought your mystery would end
I'd no longer be a card
and this would be more than lust.
I was wrong, it ended in May.
All of my dreams never came about.

I went back one last time
to that old corner bar
hoping to see you one last time.
You pulled me close and kissed me
"Goodbye" at that old corner bar.

I'm a thousand miles
from that old corner bar.
I'm doing just fine
and I've found a new corner bar.
There's just one thing it needs.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Early Formation of an Alternate Universe

So I had firmly decided that I wasn't going to date or hook-up with anybody for a while because I needed to focus on myself, my career, get my life in order, make new friends, etc. I know that the only reason I would want a boyfriend right now would be to stave off loneliness and it would be a quick and easy way to have someone to go out with. Then what? I build my entire life around this one person because I don't have anybody else and when it goes south I'm screwed. No, I don't want that. I want a network of friends, acquaintances, going out friends, staying in friends, gossip friends, etc, etc, etc. Then, once I got my life settled and was at a point where I felt like I could share my life with someone other than myself, then I'd think about dating. But then, of course, LIFE HAPPENED!
No, I'm not dating anyone at the moment, nor can I honestly say that what happened was enough to deter me from my plan, but it got me thinking about the plan. Do I want to be single for that long? Wouldn't I want to flirt with someone; maybe even go out with someone, even if it was for just one date? It's not a marriage proposal, nor is it even a long term commitment, or a promise of a future. It's just a date. A date that is not set in stone, a date that has a lot of "ifs" and "maybes" attached to it. A date that is contingent on the stars aligning in just the right way. A way that is so infinitesimally specific that it seems almost certain to fail.
And yet, I still want it.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

A Series of Mini-Posts

Instead of having a long blog, I've decided to simply post small blurbs about the things that have been on my mind lately. They are in no particular order and some of them are intended as only slight hammed up, melodramatic, whining-because-I-like-to-hear-myself-whine.

The Dolphins- Good God they march down the field but when they get to the 20 yard line they quit because, what? They feel like simply getting to the 20 is an accomplishment? It's going to be a loooooong season. So far, I'm not that impressed with Reggie Bush. Thankfully it looks like Henne is finally kinda-sorta starting to improve. Maybe there is hope for him after all. We'll just call him a late bloomer.

Speaking of late bloomers...

The Gators- I told my friends that if we were having trouble scoring against little teams that we would not be able to compete with the big teams. And lo and behold! I was right. After a promising start- we scored a touchdown in our first drive and a field goal- we never got that close to scoring against Alabama again. Fine, they are all rookies and Brantley got injured in the middle of the game. But Brantley has always sucked and will always suck. He's like a stick of butter when it gets too hot. No, he should be a diamond, but he's just not. And what is up with the play-calling? This is not the days of Tim Tebow, we can't just depend on the quarterback to run it as well as he can throw it. Gone are the days of jump passes, and perfectly timed happy mistakes. Throw out that playbook, it doesn't work here anymore. (Sadly). Oh and the Gators are running (pun intended) into the same problem the Dolphins had last year. They ran Ricky and Ronnie so much people started expecting it. If the Gators continue to run Rainey and Demps as much as they do, teams will start expecting it too. Don't even get me started on the penalties....

On a lighter note....

My love life- After a rough August/September things are working quite well between my boyfriend and I. For the first time in my life, I've been able to be in a relationship for one consecutive year. I don't count the break-ups because they were so short that it's hardly worth counting. It's not like we ever broke up for a month or more. If that was the case, I would have reset the counter, but thankfully we didn't. There should be a relationship status called "we just are". It's quite the opposite of "it's complicated". In fact, "we just are" delineates a relationship where there are no defined roles, no thought is given to the future, and it's two people who simply enjoy each others company. We let each other morph and we don't hold each other to roles (gendered or otherwise). We still call each other boyfriend/girlfriend but I think it's a more modern relationship.

My future- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE!!!!!!!! 'Nuff said.

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Harvest Moon


This is a poem for someone whom I care about very much. He wrote one for me and now this is mine for him. It was inspired by a conversation that we had while I was on my way home for Thanksgiving. I haven't been able to write for a long time- not since I wrote a few sad poems about my ex- so I'm a little rusty. I love you Sam. You've helped me through a very difficult time in my life and I just want to let you know how much you mean to me.

Why can’t I see the harvest moon
In my lover’s eyes?
Why must I be in my room
All alone tonight?
Does he know how I feel?
Oh how it burns!
I want him to be here
Where I await his return.
In my room
all alone I wait patiently
By the light of moon
Watching dreamily
Waiting for you.
Tonight under the harvest moon
Our love shall consume
All doubt from my soul
Because you would have told
Me all I ever needed to hear.
I no longer have fears,
And as I near the lake
I feel my insides quake
When I see you standing waiting, smiling.
Suddenly I feel you holding
Me close saying ‘I love you”
I whisper ‘I love you too’.
And in your eyes I see the harvest moon.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Diamond Bullet

After three and a half years of being in some state of togetherness, my boyfriend and I have decided to call it quits. But this post isn't about the details; it's not about the story of our love, so if you're looking for a tragic love story or a romantic comedy then this post is not for you. This post is about the lessons I've learned and the wisdom I've gained from this relationship.
The first and probably most important thing I learned was that it really is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. A cliche, I know, that's why I never believed it; but now I realize that if you don't feel this way, it's because you haven't really loved. Not every relationship is going to end with this sentiment. Some relationships are going to end with you thinking "Thank God I'm finally out of that shitty relationship!" Others are going to leave you crying for months. But there are some that as much as it hurts you you're still happy that it happened. You wouldn't regret anything that you did or did not do. You and your partner would have shared such a profound and powerful love and connection that by the time it ends there's nothing left. If you get out of a relationship and you feel like there's still something left, then chances are someone held back. If you leave it all on the dance floor of love, then you come away thinking "I've given it my all. There was nothing else for me to give. It just wasn't meant to be."
The second thing was actually discussed in my Shakespeare class when we were studying Romeo and Juliet. (For the record I hate this play.) None of us could believe that people could fall in love in a week's time. It didn't ring true to us, and a great majority (if not the entire class) felt that it was ridiculous. But the professor said something that stuck with me; that it's not the length of time that the relationship lasts, but how deep the love was. Most of us by this time (early to late twenties) had already been jaded by love. Maybe even more than once. But Juliet had never been jaded. Romeo had, but it was immediately forgotten when he fell in love with Juliet. This brings me to the next thing I've come to realize which is, you've never been in love until you really fall in love. Stay with me here. When you really and truly fall in love with someone, it simply blows every other experience you may have had out of the water. I thought I loved my other boyfriends. What did I know at 14, 15, 16? It was only when I fell for John*, and I couldn't get over him, and I felt like there was still something there that I realized that this was love. I was willing to wait for him to come around and realize that there was still something greater, something more. I loved him so much that when he came back from Iraq, I would have done anything for him. It killed me that I couldn't take his pain upon myself. If I had the chance to take his PTSD upon myself, I would have done it willingly and happily. I would have done that just to see him smile again. To hear him laugh. To have him be the person I loved so much again. But I couldn't do that, so I stayed by him and supported him to the best of my abilities. If this sounds a little one-sided let me balance it. He trusted me. He trusted me with his life, with his emotions, and with intimate knowledge of himself. He opened up his heart, his mind, his soul, and his life to me. He never held anything back. Not a big deal? It takes a lot for him to do that. It has to be a very special person for him to do that. I consider myself a very lucky person that I was able to see the side of him that I did see.
I am so happy this relationship happened. It was very difficult at times and I know that many of my friends and family will be very happy when they find out the relationship has ended. None of that matters. What matters is it happened. I experienced the kind of love that some people spend their whole lives searching for. Sadly, some people never find it. But I was able to love someone with all my heart and have that love reciprocated. The course of true love never did run smooth but in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. I won't forget, can't regret what I did for love.

*Names have been changed to protect identities.
The title of this post comes from Marlon Brando as Col. Kurtz from the movie "Apocalypse Now". It is meant as a moment of clear insight. An epiphany. Any other interpretation is not intended.
Please see the song "What I did for love" from A Chorus Line.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Men and Love, Sex, Relationships

Since my "Failure of Love" post has been generating so many comments, I've decided to post an article I found. As always comments are strongly encouraged. Plus, I think a little science will add an interesting twist to the discussion we've been having.

Decoding the Male Brain

By Michelle Burford

It's the mystery that has befuddled women for centuries: Why do men behave the way that they do? Neuropsychiatrist Louann Brizendine, claims to have cracked part of that code in her new book, "The Male Brain: a Breakthrough Understanding of How Men and Boys Think."

While Brizendine concedes that the male and female brains share plenty in common, she whisks readers away on a tour through the male life span and demonstrates how the male brain is profoundly different from the female brain at nearly every stage. The point? Just about every behavior we've noticed in men -- from a tendency to analyze rather than empathize to the seemingly insatiable desire to ogle female body parts -- has a biological basis that Brizendine hopes will lend women a little insight on the men they love.

AOL: In your experience, what's the one thing that women most often misunderstand about men's behavior?

Louann Brizendine: Women don't quite understand some aspects of the psychological and emotional meaningfulness of sex to men. The sexual part of a man's interaction with a woman is how he expresses and feels love for her. I'm not talking about the kind of hit-and-run sex some men have with women they don't really have feelings for. But when a man is already falling in love with a woman, sex is what seals the deal.

When a woman sees that look in her man's eye that means he wants sex, she might be like "Oh, gosh … I'm suddenly tired." But she probably doesn't know that if she turns him down in a harsh way, he'll likely take that to mean that she doesn't love him -- even if it's just in that moment. Of course, it's rare that that's the case -- every woman who's in a relationship has, at some point, said, "Not tonight, honey." Yet when a man hears that sentence, it's as if he's hearing, "I don't really care for you."

AOL Health: In your book, you write that the area in the hypothalamus that's tied to sexual pursuit is larger in men than it is in women. Is this an excuse for philanderers like John Edwards and Tiger Woods?

LB: At conception, we all start out with female-type brain circuits; then at eight weeks of gestation, the tiny testicles start pumping out huge amounts of testosterone that marinates those circuits and turns them into a male brain. In males, the brain's area for sexual pursuit becomes two and a half times larger than in the female. And when a boy reaches puberty, the fuel that runs that area of the brain is testosterone. Between ages nine and 15, a boy's testosterone level increases by 200 to 250 percent, so for most of his adult life, a male will have 10 to 15 times more testosterone than females do. He's running at full throttle! But this isn't an excuse for abnormal or pathological sexual behavior in men. We all have the capacity to murder, but we learn how to show restraint. Philanderers may be hardwired with a strong sexual drive, but they don't get a pass for acting in an uncivilized fashion. They give all men a bad name.

AOL Health: It's not exactly shocking that men have a stronger sex drive than women do. What are women supposed to do with that information?

LB: A woman will call me up and say, "You've gotta save my marriage -- my husband is threatening to leave if I don't get more interested in sex!" When the couple is sitting in front of me, I'll say ask the man, "How do you know your wife loves you?" He'll say, "Because she wants to have sex with me!" But when I ask the woman the same question, she answers, "Because he wants to cuddle and talk with me." It's usually a big aha moment for both. Understanding the biological state of another person can very helpful -- then, we can stop blaming each other for being different.

AOL Health: While we're on the topic of biological differences, can you explain men's tendency to ogle random women -- also known as "the man trance"?

LB: Ninety-five percent of male sexual interest is visual. As young as age 12, boys start having fantasies of girls' body parts. They don't know that other boys are having the same fantasies, so they often feel alone, or like they're a pervert. It's important for moms to understand that this is the normal developmental curve of males. I have a son who's 19, so I've lived through this.

Just at the age when boys are starting to fantasize about female body parts, girls are often becoming obsessed with makeup, fashion and trying to be sexy. Yet this doesn't give males permission to, say, catcall or ogle females who are walking down the street. Parents need to help their boys learn how to behave in a civilized and socially appropriate way.

AOL Health: You call the male brain a "lean, mean, problem-solving machine." Can you explain that?

LB: That has to do with how a man processes the emotions he notices in his partner. There are two emotional processing channels in the human brain: the mirror-neuron system, which is related to displaying emotional empathy, and the temporal-parietal junction, a cognitive system that serves as a hub for searching the entire brain to find a solution fast.

The male brain doesn't wallow in the mirror-neuron system as long as the female brain does. So when a man sees his partner's face in distress, he quickly jumps into the use of his temporal-parietal junction and says, "Honey, here's what you should do." That's why I put a little yellow sticky on my husband's computer that says, "Honey, I know how you feel." It's scripted, but it makes me feel better when he says it before launching into solutions. He even started using that line with his adult daughter -- and he confessed to me the other day that it seems to be working!

AOL Health: You've said that men can fall in love just as hard as women do and sometimes more so. What is it about the male brain that allows men to fall so deeply in love -- and what are the gender-specific signs of that love?

LB: Sexual activity releases lots of dopamine in the human brain -- and that stimulates bonding and attachment between partners. The male brain has more dopamine than the female brain, and though we don't know all the details of how the male brain functions during sexual activity, we do know this: When a man falls in love with a woman, he actually incorporates her into his sense of self. Everything she likes or wants, he takes those things to heart as if they were his own, and he wants to give her those things. That's how he expresses love -- by providing. For men, the sexual part of that love is intense: With the release of oxytocin after intimacy, the protective mode in the male is greater than it is in the female. So in that sense, men fall harder in love.

AOL Health: As boys grow into men, some become fathers and develop what you call the "daddy brain." How does the male brain change during parenthood?

LB: The thing that surprised me most in doing the research for my book was discovering how the daddy brain gets formed. When a man's partner becomes pregnant, she starts to have huge hormonal fluctuations, and that stimulates her sweat glands to make different pheromones. Those pheromones waft across the bed into the man's nostrils and actually change the hormones that he releases. His prolactin level goes up by about 20 percent, and his testosterone level goes down by about 30 percent.

The hypothesis is that this lower testosterone level keeps the man close to the nest and prepares him to stop chasing skirts and become interested in his baby. Non-dad, pre-pregnancy brains have been scanned and then compared, eight or nine months later, to daddy brains. The scans show that a new dad's ability to activate the auditory circuits in his brain to hear an infant's cry has improved greatly. So these hormones prime his brain to take care of his baby. That's the whole purpose of a hormone -- to make a certain behavior more likely. So I worry about dads who are aren't around a lot, but that doesn't mean these men can't catch up in developing the daddy brain once they're home.

AOL Health: At what stage of life are men's and women's brains more alike than they are different?

LB: Around age 60, our hormones are more equivalent. The woman has a little more testosterone and a lot less estrogen, whereas the male has less testosterone and a little more estrogen. Testosterone levels in men begin to decline between ages 40 and 60 as they go through andropause, [also called male menopause]. Men usually still have a greater sex drive than women do -- but around 60, we're as close as we'll ever be in terms of the hormones that are running our brain circuits. So here's one hypothesis: The reason some men become more patient or more willing to get closer as they age is because they have higher levels of estrogen, which stimulates the brain to make oxytocin, the cuddle hormone.

In addition to noticing these hormonal changes, we also have to recognize this: Experience shapes the brain. The nature-nurture debate is dead because every experience we have -- and especially those experiences we repeat -- actually changes the brain's circuitry. By the time we are 60, we've had a lot of life experiences -- and those experiences have changed the architecture of the brain.

When you reject your partner's sexual advances, you hit the guy more deeply than he will ever admit to you. If you're going to turn him down, find a way to do it gently. It's one of the most loving things you can do.