Ten minutes until I turn forty-one and I'm hanging onto every second. Hard to believe the year turned 2010 only a few days ago. As a teenager I remember thinking how different the world would be now. 2010 seemed so futuristic. I thought I would be flying around in cars, using robots to clean my room and eating pills instead of food. Actually, I do eat a lot of pills but it would never replace chewing a good piece of T-Bone steak. Although cars haven't evolved as I expected, I never would have guessed phones would have turned into mini computers and my life being so controlled by a little piece of plastic. How many of us panic when we forget our cell phone at home or drop it in the toilet. That happened to me twice...so far.
With the holidays taking over my free time, I haven't painted. The first painting I show here is something I created when I was fourteen. Not bad for a teenager. I've always appreciated Asian art and tried to emulate it as a kid. The Koi painting I created this September as a birthday gift for my mother. I started it a couple weeks before my double surgery and remember feeling like hell and forcing myself to finish it before the 14th. I'm so grateful I don't have that intense pain anymore and yet, I haven't even picked up a brush in two weeks. Amazing what a person can accomplish with the right motivation.
This afternoon, I had this young attractive guy today fixing one my bathroom showers and I got to know him a little bit as he worked. I couldn't help overhearing his phone conversations with his wife, the stress and tension of family issues. Basically his wife was upset because she needed the car to bring her daughter, who was crying, over to her friends house so the girl could spend the night. Nick, I'll call him that, married a woman ten years older than him with two teenagers who are resentful towards him and yet, adore their biological father who hardly sees them and for Christmas gives them gift cards that don't have any money on them. He told me he tries to spend time with the kids and be a good Dad because he grew up with a father like their biological father and knows how damaging that can be to a child. I know he's sincere because when he talked about them, he said "my daughter, my son" and I thought how lucky his wife is that this young man has devoted himself to her children for over seven years. I wonder why I haven't found a man to accept me like Nick has accepted his wife's baggage.
My friend, Samantha, (I'll call her that) has two guys in her life that she can't decide which she is meant to be with. One, I'll call him Jack, is very intelligent, Witty, successful with great connections and treats her like a princess. Buys her beautiful clothes, takes her to the best restaurants and does whatever he can to make her happy. Problem is she doesn't feel the passion, the intense physical chemistry she usually gets with a lover. Jack also has the reputation of being a player so she can't fully trust him.
But with Dominic she experiences that amazing chemistry. Her heart beats faster every time she sees him. She can't stand being apart from Dominic and every time they are together they laugh, share deep intimacy and have this terrific physical connection. While Dominic is financially stable, he could never give her the life of luxury that Jack could. The biggest problem is Dominic has a fear of commitment and doesn't want to give up the bachelor lifestyle. While he would never cheat on her with another woman, Dominic loves his freedom and given the ultimatum would pick that over her.
I'm not sure how to help her. I hope somebody out there will share their thoughts on this. What's better in the long run? Stability or Passion? Love or Money? I remember in college I had this guy who wanted a serious relationship with me. He was gonna be a commercial pilot, came from a good family, very sweet but I wasn't attracted to him unless I had a few drinks. I ended up going for a hot baseball player who had a shot at the major league and he even played for the White Sox's for a while. That romance was hot and seductive while it lasted which wasn't long. Is that how all steamy romances end up? In the dugout because there's always a younger hotter cheerleader that comes along. I would love to hear someone else's experience with this! Because I don't know how to give my friend good advice on the subject.
