Posts Tagged ‘romance’

Miss ’em Kisses

Posted: October 26, 2012 in love, passion
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I haven’t had a real boyfriend in years.  And haven’t kissed anyone in years.

Sometimes, I just miss that.  I miss the kisses.  They don’t always have to be the passionate, lust-filled ones.  I miss all types.  Teasing.  Playful.  Chaste. 

I think I miss knowing that I could plant any and all sorts of kisses on my partner any time I want to.  I think I miss having someone kiss me out of the blue.  I think I miss just having someone.

And I want that.  I want someone in my life. 

But, we can’t always get what we want because sometimes what we want isn’t what’s best for us.


Men and Young Women

Posted: October 24, 2012 in heart, love
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So, I was just talking to a friend.  Actually, he’s a high school classmate and that makes him my age.

Anyway, we were talking and I found out that his girlfriend is 9 years younger than him.  Than us.  He also told me another classmate of ours also has a much younger girlfriend. 

So, yeah. That short conversation just intensified my fear that I will probably grow old alone.  Because men my age will always go for someone younger. 

I may look young but, I have to face it, I am no longer young.  It may be hard to accept but I have to admit to myself that there’s a possibility that I will end up alone.

I just hope that God will grant me the strength and courage to do so.  If that is what He has planned for me.

Books and Hormones

Posted: October 23, 2012 in book, love
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I have been trying to read Nick Hornby’s “The Long Way Down” for the past 2 months. But, until now, I have yet to reach a quarter of the book.

It’s not that Hornby’s not a good writer nor is the book bad.  In fact, it’s actually pretty good.  It’s just that my hormones get in the way.

Lately, I just find myself craving for those romantic novels , every second of the day.  Like every fiber in my being just want to soak up every word written in those books.  It has gotten so bad that I actually have a mini library of chick lits in my phone that I run to whenever I want to hide from my reality.

It used to just be a phase in my life and after reading a few books, I’d be ok.  And I can spend a blessed few months reading more meaningful ones.  But now, it seems like no other book can satisfy my cravings but those damn chick lits.

I’m like a junkie who has gotten more and more addicted to gorgeous men, hard bodies, and hot kisses.  And I find myself wondering whether I’d ever get to meet my own prince with a hard body and who gives hot kisses.

Damn those chick lits and chick lit authors.  You no longer just scratch an itch.  You cause them. 😦