I'm finding interesting realities about the way men and women fall in love -
A man can fall in love because a woman is beautiful and they had awesome sex and if she has a good personality, that's a bonus.
A woman can fall in love with a personality and if there is beauty and awesome sex, that is just a bonus.
A man can fall in love because a woman laughs at his jokes.
A woman can fall in love because a man can laugh at himself.
A woman can tell herself she's in love because she doesn't want to be alone.
A man can tell himself he's in love because he wants regular sex.
This is all still a mystery. I await falling in love at my ripe age. I still await a New Year's kiss I never got. So many things I missed out on. Mostly, just the romantic notion of having a man look at me with adoration and seeing him light up at the sight of me. I want to know what it's like to have someone tell me he loves me without having to keep saying it until he finally snaps it back at me impatiently or comments the dreaded, "luv ya" instead of "I love you."
I try not to have too many unrealistic romantic wishes at my age. It's not like I'm entering the single world fresh, young, and able to make a guy's head spin because his pants are getting tight. Most men my age are jaded, have had the love of their lives already, and the women broke their hearts.
I go up against the ghosts of their past, but who better than a paranormal investigator, huh?
I go at it like everything else, arms open, falling, catching the wind in my hair, and believing someone will catch me. It's worked when I left my miserable marriage. It worked when I built up my blog. It worked when I wrote and published books. Had I not believed I could have done any of those things and not tried, I would not be where I am today. I kept going even when the odds seemed impossible because in the worst case, I could stay where I was and in the best case, I could win a long-awaited love.