She is beautiful. He is smitten. She likes attention. Puppy dogs show less infatuation. She wants more attention. HE walks by. She likes the walk. He sees HIM. He sees her watching HIM. Puppy dog eyes look sad. He shrinks; he disappears. She wants attention. HE will do just fine.
Poking around on Youtube in a "munchies for music" moment, I found this video of a young singer named Rene Sebastian at a spot dubbed "Blowout Lounge" somewhere in NYC. Lyrics catch me, and this song had an interesting message: What can a woman (or a man, too!) do to stop the cycle of becoming a "casualty of love?" How many bad relationships, spurned loves, achy-breaky hearts, and joy-pain/sunshine-rain commitments must a person endure before he or she finds a different way? Do we habitually keep ourselves in a heart-directed harm's way until we just get sick and tired of the same results? For those who have made the same moves to different faces more than once, what brought you back down familiar paths... and what made you walk different trails? My people, educate me on YOU!
FYI, my NYC peeps need to take me to this spot when I make the trip East!
