No matter how grown up we decide to be, we are all the same innocent hopeful teenage girls at heart when it comes to the process of falling in love. Somewhere along the way, men learn to disassociate those heart palpitations from passing notes in class and kissing for the first time with a feeling of connection, yet we ladies grow up trained quite differently.
Perhaps it's biologic, but this whole friends with benefits, no strings attached mantra is an absolute sham! When you are a girl, the call for a date to a dance was the best call of the week, and when you are a woman, you can't forget that girl inside. Yet sometimes she isn't safe in the grownup world.
So I can't help but wonder if new romance as cautious adults might be inevitably destined to fail. Have we, as a society. strayed so far from those innocent sweaty palmed roots that we can no longer fall for each other once we've been hurt by a past? Is a bruised soul, so interminably black and blued, that it cannot find it's way to gentle flirtation? How does one find their way safely back to falling in love - when nothing really feels safe anymore?
My guy friends who have been destroyed by failed marriages, broken hearts, and disrupted families all sing the same chorus that sounds something like "I don't see a point in getting serious again. It's only going to end miserably."
My girl friends, broken by sudden solitude or tragically flawed unions, seek promptly to begin building new nests where another companion might find rest. Immediately wanting to bond, love, give again - sometimes at all costs, caring when they should not while hopeful for something new.
However can these two mismatched genders meet? A generation of souls, both afraid to move forward repeating mistakes and determined to try the same pattern again. Resolving this disconnect, is far above my pay grade, but I think if we could all just get back to the basics, we'd be a bit better off.
For now, I'm happily opting out of the confusion and safely staying alone, Naked with Chanel No. 5.