She's got the idea!

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.......

Even though Ms. S is giggling a bit at the tee, the concept of recycling boys (or girls) is a wise one.  If Ms. S meets a cutie but he is not really her type, she should recycle him and introduce him to her friends.

Ms. T met a gent that was tall, preppy and handsome and while he was sweet, smart and cute....she was not interested personally and passed him along to her friend Ms. T.

Just as there is a place for recycling your aluminum can or composting your paper napkin or orange rind, keeping tabs on quality folks and facilitating introductions is a smart thing to do!

Running from Yourself

From the outside Damon had a life many could only dream about.  Intelligence came naturally, and brilliance was a snap.  He sailed through life, his errors never paralyzing him as they would many a man.  He rose to the highest levels.  He charmed those around him and drew in outsiders with his boisterous laugh and boyish humor.  He stood out in his world, and many longed for what appeared to be a carefree way of being.

While he may not have been her ideal or like the men she craved, the charm eventually wore on her.  She started to feel something for this quirky beast.  She saw the different sides of him and began to knock down some of his walls. She became most pleased with their fun.  They could raise the stakes and toy with one another.  they could laugh and laugh.

Just as things went from lust to emotion, Damon ran.  As the words came from his lips, she could tell that even he knew how cowardly he sounded.  But there was not a thing she could do.  This escape was his to manage and she could not talk him off the ledge.  It was yet another disappointment and another man too scared to take the leap.  A half sewn design that was never allowed the proper light or time.

Silence and time forge a a dose of truth that eventually drags down a giant.  This beast could not outrun the truth.  He hated that it caught him.  He felt embarrassed, small and ridiculous.  He reached out with shaky arms to this woman he ran from. But he ran for too long.  She no longer wanted to wait for a beast who did not see what was right before him all along.  She knew better.  It was not his crime that the Beast failed to continue forging the jungle with this woman.  His crime was running from himself and running from truth.

Is there anything wrong with the way things were?

We all crave what is new and what is hip.  Restaurants in New York City change just as quickly as the produce at your corner market.  Novelty breeds curiosity.  Curiosity leads us to investigate and wonder if something is better, faster, tastier, sleeker and sexier.  Yet, gazing backwards to a simpler time....we smile at the old photographs of love struck couples and the proper courtship that resided between a pair.  While technology plunges us forward whether we like it or not, we can opt to recoil however we'd like in many of our choices.  We can pick up the phone and call someone we care for, be it a friend, a relative or a lover.  We can send a love letter or a card to warm someone's heart.  We can sit by the light of a candle and ponder life and happiness without a gadget, a television set running in the distance or a light on in the room.  We can linger on our lover's lips like they are as sweet as clover honey without a care in the world about the eyes of strangers.  We can regress and leave our cell phone behind when on a date.  We can spend the day with a child, giggling at the silliest of things and playing with sticks and buttons.  We can bake a casserole and wear an apron.  We can twirl in a polka dot dress.  We can stand awe-struck at the amber sunset and pause some more.