Thoughts of romance have been on my mind lately. I love all holidays, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. Although it’s been raining in L.A., occasionally blue skies peek thorough and I’m crossing my fingers that this Sunday, Feb 14, will be a beautiful day.
I’m recently out of a long term relationship. It ended well and we have no hard feelings towards each other. He is dating someone new and I myself have been testing the waters of new romance. When it comes to a new “kissing interest,” newness makes you both appreciate the great memories of the past, and then immediately be happy that it’s over and you don’t have to deal with the dark parts anymore. Annoyingly, these emotions happen all at the same time, at least for me. It’s such a weird feeling, the ambivalent pull of those two completely different emotions—nostalgic warm & loving affection and then, a gush of relief.
But, this whole thing is kinda like learning to walk again. New relationships have different structures, time frames… expectations. I’m finding that I’m having a bit of a love “hangover.” I keep expecting certain behaviors from the new person I’m dating to mirror the positive aspects of my last relationship. Things like, being available for all of my phone calls, no matter what they are doing…texting me immediately with small tidbits and updates of his day...exposing all of his inner thoughts, feelings, and inner workings, willingly. At first I was pretty put-off (ha, okay,
pissed off) when theses expectations weren’t fulfilled. But, after a breath and a few days of deep thoughts…I realized ---
...this new guy is wired completely differently than the old one.
Like, Duh.
This is a wonderful thing and something to embrace. I guess. But, regardless, it IS unfair to hold him to a set of rules that were established way before he came along. Hell, to be honest, I didn't even understand all the rules, and I was there the whole time!
I have a girlfriend who has begun dating a new fella. SO far, she thinks he is PERFECT, hot, smart, sweet, and on and on. However,
she told me that she has decided to keep a list of this new guy’s mistakes. That way, when he makes too many, she will dump him and move on. She feels that she wasted too much time in her last relationship, and that THIS way, she’ll know when enough is enough.
Uh...Hmm. I think that is not the approach I’ll take.
Love is a complicated business, at least in Los Angeles.
In honor of Valentine's Day, one of my favorite poems by my favorite poet,
JOHN DONNE (1572-1631) ...<3 him...spelling might be a bit off, it's old...
fyi...John Donne later became a very religious pastor, but in his youth, he was quite the man-whore. This poem was written to a young woman whom he was trying to seduce into bed...naughty naughty :-)
The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, we are met,
And cloisterd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou
Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;
’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.
"It's so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it's not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it.... In our hands."
--Jaka