I Want Romance
Blog ideas come to me at the strangest, and often most inconvenient, times. I nick myself shaving my legs and an idea hits me. I’m struggling to fall asleep, my breathing finally slows and that little Zzzz thought bubble appears above my head, and suddenly, BOOM! Idea! Wake up and write it down before it’s gone forever! And enjoy staring at the clock all night because you just sacrificed a night of sleep to this one idea!
I keep a list of these random ideas in my phone, which I reference when I’m struggling to come up with a blog post. Some of these ideas are genius … and some are, well, a little half-baked. Jump to the end of this post to read some examples of those.
Sometimes, I find phrases on my phone that I added in the middle of the night. It’s kind of like sleep walking, only it’s sleep typing.
The other morning, I found the following addition to my list, which had been updated at 3:04 a.m.:
“I want forgiveness and closure enclosed in a box with a bow from aisle 6.”
What in the world?
It took me about a day to figure out what the hell I was talking about.
My subconscious brain was recalling a beautiful blog post I read last November by Alexia titled, “I want passion.” Something about that piece has stuck with me, nine months later. That line was a portion of my own “I want” post. Part of me has wanted to write a piece like this for a long time.
So with the full understanding that this entire concept is borrowed from the beautiful, lyrical and genius writings of Alexia (have you checked out her website yet?), here’s my version:
I Want Romance
I want excitement. I want a pair of boots that make me feel sexy. I want best friends. I want to smell the first hint of snow. I want to build new memories. I want to see the world through a kaleidoscope. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want soft socks. I want forgiveness and closure neatly enclosed in a box with a bow. I want my Mommy. I want to see my future in someone’s eyes. I want tan lines. I want to wear a white dress. I want to relish my mistakes. I want to inspire. I want travel to be my way of life. I want fingers tickling my back. I want my sisters to thrive and realize their beauty. I want my house to vibrate with his scent. I want romance.
And just for fun, here’s a sampling of ideas from my list that really aren’t going anywhere:
- It’s time to treat men like they have treated women for centuries – I intended to write a whole post about this, but really, that line says it all.
- I should date someone in prison. Or someone who is only in town for the Olympics – I realized a few months ago that I only seem to want unattainable men, or some brief whirlwind romance that has zero future potential. So, maybe I should date a prisoner with a life sentence. Or, Richmond should host the Olympics, during which I could have an amazing fling with a swimmer from Zimbabwe. No way am I ever going to see him again.
- From flirting to farting – I told my friend Cameron about the first time I accidentally let one rip in front of Chef, and he said, “From flirting to farting! What a great blog post!” That’s about as far as this idea got.
- You’re so vain you probably think this blog is about you – Don’t know why, but I really want this to be the title of a blog post.
- Floss fiasco – Random story I wanted to tell about how I went on this tangent one night (after a few glasses of wine) where I decided I wanted to be a better person. And part of that improvement included that I was going to start flossing regularly (not just the week before a dental checkup). People who floss regularly have it together. Ever known a diligent flosser who was a mess? I didn’t think so. Flossing was going to be the first step to the new me. I dusted off my trusty old floss, and pulled off a piece, only to realize it was all gone. Needless to say, a month later, I still need to buy some new floss at the store. Apparently my self-improvement is on hold.
- “Isn’t that like training for a marathon but never running in one?” – What the police officer I dated briefly last summer said about how I wanted to date, meet new people, but not end up in a relationship or have sex with anyone. Okay, so he was right. And we all know how that idea turned out.
- Better to be alone than dating Ike Turner – I have absolutely zero idea where this came from. But it’s true, right?
Now, here’s the important question: What do you want?
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