Love, true love, whatever... it feels good.

So many times I am asked how my hubby and I made it for so long. My smart ass-y response is always of me holding up my fist and smirking, "Cause ya gotta keep 'em in line with this."

But seriously, people have asked me for advice on dating and relationships like I am some kind of expert. I am not. I should be the last person anyone should ask on this subject. Are people really "in" love? Or is their judgment influenced by the charm and excitement of the other person's presence and when that other person is not around to dazzle them, doubts emerge?

I know that real love doesn't happen all of a sudden. I don't believe in all that mess. I honestly think that sighing and daydreaming and mooning over somebody are just signs of infatuation. I know because I do that with Paul Walker(OMG Paul Walker be thy name...). Anyway, to be absorbed in your own misery over the absence of the other person is self-centered. You shouldn't be a lovesick puppy obsessing over someone... (I can't stand that shit! You know who you are!) LMAO!

Or maybe it is the attraction... you are only attracted to them because they look, act and talk the way you've imagined that 'special' someone you had hoped to find would. Maybe the only thing you two have in common is that you've both discovered a fellow sufferer with whom to unite against an unfriendly background. Companions in misery, maybe? Sad and pathetic sounding huh?

Or it is possible that someone you like are afraid to receive love because of personal trauma and bad experiences. They've placed a barrier between love and themselves because they feel they cannot accept it or feel it until they know for sure that the other person is their soul mate.

Maybe for now you should be friends("the nearly infinte meaning in such a simple word" LOL!). Use some adjectives, that'll make you feel a little better: Close friend, Best friend, Trusted friend, Beloved friend, or even 'Intimate friend' (HA! I bet you liked that one!!)

In conclusion, LOVE advice from me is the worst advice you will ever receive so remember that the next time you feel like I should be your amateur therapist! I am a bitch.