Sunday, December 25, 2011

Sex and the Single Ghost Hunter: Falling In Love

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.


  1. I think men may lust after pretty, but they fall in love with personality. Plenty of men have affairs with women who aren't as cute as their wives. Look at Charles, Diana and Camilla. I think at their core, men and women are the same - they're both searching for a meaningful connection with another human being. Your guy's out there waiting for you somewhere.

    Happy Holidays, Sharon! A whole new year full of possibilities is only days away. Plus, 2012 is the Year of the Dragon. Good fortune!

  2. Thank you, sweets. I certainly never give up hope, even with the darkest odds against me. I'm one of those eternal optimists. I keep plodding along and I will be rewarded. The interesting thing that happened this past year of being single is learning that I can be on my own and when a man is in my life, it's not because I need a man, but because I want one--that one in particular. I am still battling the wounds to my ego that were endured in my marriage, but I am hopeful that some smart man who sees all the parts of me, likes the way they are combined.

  3. Beautiful photo!!!!
    Merry Christmas!!!

  4. Thanks. It was one of those candid insane ones with the timer going off and me being a goofball. Those are usually the best since the real personality comes out. Hope you had a great holiday!

  5. I know I'm a youngin, in a few ways... but I have found a simple truth in my short life. The harder you look for something, the better odds that you're not going to find it. When you stop looking, it tends to find you.

  6. Interesting.

    I was going to do a love post but been putting it off.

    Band of Brothers is on right now so I'm thinking of blowing stuff up.

  7. I know this is an old post but it flashed up in the LinkWithin widget at the bottom of your latest one.

    I think you're still able to make a guy's pants tight. If all else fails, just force feed him muffins. That'll do it. ;)

    Ah, love is overrated anyway. It comes and goes, changes intensity, and it's never the romantic dream that too many people disappoint themselves with. Little cakes, on the other hand, last forever.