Something that really chaps my ass.....yes, I said CHAPS MY ASS. I mean makes me want to grind my teeth and hit things. Makes me roll my eyes and sigh DEEPLY. If we are lucky and I mean really lucky we will find love in our lives. I'm talking the real deal. Willing to fight and die.....get down on your knees and beg for it love. The kind of love that stops your heart..... You get that what....... maybe once or twice in a life time? You can't make a habit out of that kind of love. It's not something you are going to find everytime someone smiles at you.

I'm sorry but you can't get your heart broken every fifteen minutes and have it be the real thing. The law of averages is against you. It is simply impossible to get tossed against the rocks every six to eight weeks. I understand that it sucks to have a broken heart and that all anyone wants is to be loved and adored by someone.  We want the "Ghost" and the "Jerry Maguire" moments. We need to be someone's everything and once you have been in that kind of relationship you crave it. You look to recreate it with someone new. Here's the thing people.....it isn't going to happen with EVERY someone new that show's an interest in you. When you start to pin those hopes and dreams on every person that comes your way.......you are setting yourself up for failure and disappointment.

Eventually the people that are forced to listen to everyone of these doomed from the start "relationships" are going to look at you like "the person who cried Love".  How? How do you love someone so much that you'd do anything for them one week and then next be in a commited "relationship" with someone else two weeks later? That's not love. That's infatuation....or the inability to be alone. It cheapens the real thing. So forgive me if I don't have the patience to listen to the latest "Waaaaaaaah my heart..... it breaks......." moment . You had me the first time....the second even but you lost me after the sixth broken heart in a year. That's not love...not the real thing.  The love that makes you grin stupidly in the car, or keeps you from sleeping because you can't get their face out of your head. The love that nearly kills you when it ends.....can't be replaced in a week or a month. Sometimes it can never be replaced or duplicated. You just have to live knowing that once...just once you were loved the way love is meant to be.