Are you kidding me? I love Love.

What do I have against love? A reader asked me the other day. It struck me as an odd question so I inquired further. The reader asked why I would chose the “empty and meaningless life” I do over finding love and being happy. Well, had I known love and happiness was the blue light special down the road at Pick-A-Life, I definitely would’ve made my way down there to make a purchase but last time I checked, it didn’t happen that way. Yes, I date a lot. Yes, many men have come in and out of my life but there’s a reason for this. If you find one and he’s not it, why waste time trying to force rum out of a kumquat? Let go, learn a lesson and get ghost.

Please, dear reader, do not mistake my relationships as a lack of love in my life. I have loved many men and have had many men love me. I have had great loves. I have had not so great loves. But always, I loved completely. I’m good at being in love. I yearn for it. It suits me and completes me. It may surprise you to know I do believe, or hope, that I will someday find that “one love”. Until that time, I keep searching. I keep loving even after heartbreak, with all my heart. I don’t half ass anything. I am overly passionate and that is sometimes my down fall. Some people do not know what to do when I love them back. When that happens, I know they are not the love for me. If and when I find the perfect love of my life, they will understand and welcome my love and return it in ways that will boggle even my mind. This is what I search for and I will not settle for a love that is any less.