Events from last month's annual meeting remind me of marriage's inherent upside: stability. In my mind the scene from Mr. Meditteranean's room plays out again and again, sitting in my stomach like a raw donut. Any day now I will move on, get over it and delegate it to a trunk of memories past, but a question pulls at my attention: he knew I was married before inviting me to his room, so why the invite?
Uhg ~ such misery. We take, create or force opportunities to get to know those with whom we'd like to be connected. Sometimes they reciprocate and sometimes they pass. In between there is that moment that hangs in the air... will they feel the same? And sometimes that suspended tension is better than the answer itself because it exists without judgment, without rejection. It is perfection if only momentary.
Perfection passes, gravity wins and even the most intagible falls back to Earth. If the moment passes with an unhappy ending we're back out the following weekend donning our sexiest shoes and accoutrements. Will the next connection transform into something beautiful?
Dramas unfold in pursuit of our happy ending. We date in an endless search for "The One" wondering why it has to be so hard yet failing to realize we're the ones making it hard.
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