Sunday, September 13, 2009


I admit...I'm cheesy. I see pictures like the one above and I automatically put myself in the woman's place. Of course, I don't think I'd be doing that in the ice cold water (which I'm sure it is), but the thought behind it is lovely.
I've had romance and love on my mind a lot lately. Anyone who reads my blog knows that my luck with men is just this side of nonexistant and that I'm becoming cynical in my old age. *snort* Very recently I had the...privilege of telling someone I liked them only to have them blow me off. Yes, it was a blow to my ego, but it also made me realize something.
Do I really want to spend the rest of my life looking for the "one?" Is it really worth the time and effort? There are times I wonder. Sure, I'd love to find that guy that's perfect for me. I thought this guy was, only to find out that yeah, not so much.
Maybe that's why I write romance novels. It allows me to let my characters fall in love, even if it's never happened to me. Do I wish the things that I write about were true? I'd be crazy if I said no.
The ridiculous part is that I know love's not perfect. I know there are ups and downs. There are unhappy times. Times when you wonder why you're with that person.
There's nothing I hate more than the trite "The right one's out there for you." Um, yeah. I stopped believing that years ago. I think I will end up being one of those cliches, living in a huge house full of books. Flirt with the lovely UPS man who brings me my weekly allotment of books. Write about the loves I'd wished I'd had. Be content being with friends and my books. It can't all be bad, can it?


Lea said...

Nope, I don't think it would be that bad at all. In fact it could be kind on idyllic, the fantasies described in romance novels are wonderful and that is why we read them.

Real life is another thing altogether. I always say, you can be unhappy living alone, yes but you can be twice as unhappy living with a rotten guy.

Sorry about the guy who didn't return your interest Bridget, his loss....

The Scarf Princess said...

Bridget, don't let this kind of thing bother you. I too am one of those women who can't find the one and I'm kinda tired of looking. So I will be one of those women who leaves here entire estate (of books) to her cat. And I'm okay with that. I have great friends and I'm happy with my life. What more can you want out of life?

Bridget Locke said...

Exactly! lol

I was in a mood last night. Sorry 'bout that. :P

Mary G said...

You just haven't met the man yet who deserves you.

Tracy said...

You are a wonderful person and if that asshat can't see it he's blind. :) You know I lubs you! :)

I just stopped looking for "the one" after a while. It was pointless since the ones I was drawn to weren't drawn to me. When I least expected it my man came along. You just never know what's out there. Try no to get down on yourself too much. Life throws us curve balls all the time. :)

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