So many frogs...

Okay...I can totally understand the concept of kissing on the first date.  I mean, if you think you might actually like a guy you want to find out a few things as quickly as possible that a kiss can often tell you.

1. Are there any sparks? Let's face it, sparks are important.
2. Is he a terrible kisser? And yes, I'll admit this has been a deal breaker for me more than once.
3. What will he be like in bed? That's right...I said it.  How a man kisses you often gives decent insight into how he will be when it comes to being intimate.

But this can be a problem for a single girl, ummm...woman. At my age, I don't think the term girl really applies anymore. But the problem does. And I almost hate to admit, I've seen more frogs than I have wanted to in the last few months.

This, however, isn't just a girl problem.  I'm sure many men are feeling the same way.  In fact, I know they are.  I've talked with some of them.  I've gone out with some of them.  I've even kissed one or two of them (none have made it past the Big Three, though).

And here's what I'm coming to realize on my journey through the Frog Kingdom... I'm picky as hell.  But I have every right to be.  Yes...life is short and you miss every chance you don't take.  You also waste your time if you don't set free the froggies you know aren't going to turn into a prince (or princess for you guys out there). So keep that in mind.

The thing is this...my last relationship taught me this.  I deserve to kiss the prince.  Every time. And he's going to have to pass the Big Three, as well as make me laugh and get my ridiculously inappropriate sense of humor. I'm not going to settle for less than that absolutely unique chemistry I know exists just to keep kissing a frog that isn't going to magically transform after not doing so the first 4 to 5 tries.

If you know it isn't right...set the frog free and keep meandering around the pond. Eventually your prince will show up...

Meanwhile...do a little fishing to pass the time. ;)

Damned dreams...

Even on the days when I find I've been able to push the thoughts, the memories and the reminders aside when they show themselves...I can't seem to escape the dreams.  I guess my heart won't be fooled into thinking I'm moving beyond you.  Even if I can temporarily fool my mind.

Almost every night you're there. Somehow.  Someway. 

Some nights I find myself tangled with you. Sheets strewn, pillows thrown out of the way, and the temperature in the room ten degrees hotter than every other room in the place.

Some nights I'm curled up on the couch with you, talking, laughing...happy.

And the dreams where I'm straddled across your lap, your hand tangled in my hair, the heat of your mouth on my neck leading to the back and forth of pulling your lip softly between my teeth and you returning the favor...those seem to be the ones I have the hardest time shaking from my head throughout the day.  Today is one of those days.