Defining Those Hearts

Disclaimer: Added thanks to Serenity23. Word on the street is that all the women are writing about the same dayum thing. And dammit if I didn’t fall into this trap. But, those who know me, know I don’t do the typical shyt. And this post was actually inspired by this dude (read, ‘O‘) I know who is defining those hearts for himself. So then, this isn’t actually a post about me but more a general statement about a concept. *eyeroll* But Serenity23 said nobody’d believe me.

My girl lives beneath people who she says screw every night around 3. Not only that, they seem to be rather large. Also, at least one person showers every single night/morning immediately following sex. Of course we’ve come up with our own scenario about how this chick is actually cheating on her man with some cat who gets off of work late and comes over nightly to hit. This isn’t just based on this, but there’s more evidence I won’t get into.

The thing is, my girl, tends to think that 3 is an unacceptable consistent hour for sex. Because really, who is getting up EVERY morning at 3 tryna screw then galloping off to the bathroom to clean every single pube?? Not me! I love my sleep. But I ask, is there a time that’s more acceptable for sex? I mean, when you hear your neighbors doing it?? I’ve been lucky enough to have never heard any of my neighbors (knock on wood). But if I did, I damn sure would like them to be done by 11:30pm or start in the morning, preferably after 5:45am. Is that so wrong??

But this isn’t about the sexual behaviors of neighbors. I just thought the idea of appropriate screwing hours to be a bit funny. Loud giggle worthy even.

This post, it’s about love. Yeah, I know I didn’t make the smoothest transition! If you don’t like it, write to my complaints department and ask for your money back. Before I get into that, can I tell y’all that Manfriend, bless his heart, asked me if I believe everything I say on here. I kindly turned to him and said, “No.” But the truth is, I do believe someof this stuff if only to a certain extent. I’m guilty of adding extreme words to inspire fodder in the comments section. Remember last week when I said some people were beneath others? I purposely used ‘beneath’ and totally expectef people would get up in arms about it, but they didn’t. And for real, y’all disappointed me.

Ah, love!!! I believe in love. I also believe I can fly. Not because Aruh Kelly told me so but because I can buy a plane ticket. The Kajuana Show: Coming to a Town Near You!!! I also believe love shoulda bought your ass home last night. Because that’s about the best acting Halle Berry evuh-evuh did seeing as she plays different roles the same way in every movie.

But again, this is about love. Isn’t it amazing how you can be with someone and really think, “OK, this is it. Love is calm and settled and it’s what’s left after the butterflies settle.” Then one day, you go on a first date and when you see him, you think, “This is the last first date I’ll go on.” It’s then you realize that what the songs say might be true. And later still, maybe in the quiet moments, you realize how lucky you are to have gotten out of the ho-hum love and into the I-wanna-spend-my-life-with-you love. Sometimes you’re loud and sometimes you’re quiet about it.

I don’t know the ins and outs of this feeling. Research says it’s physiological, lasting for about a year. On Good Morning America yesterday, someone said men fall quicker than women. I believe we can experience this feeling without knowing too much about the person. You see them and you just know. From that point, things sorta fall into place. It’s like the universe already knew that you and this person were meant to be. So before you know this person’s political persuasion, child rearing beliefs, etc., you know there’s love. Better yet, you know there’s a feeling. Be it in the pit of your stomach, the back of your neck, or a tingle in all ten of your toes.

There are lots of people married who never felt this feeling. There are lots of people divorced who say they felt this feeling. But if love is supposed to conquor all, could it be that the divorced folks weren’t really feeling love in the first place? This thing called love, I’d like to explain it. You know, put into words the feeling, for those who have or haven’t felt it. But alas, as wordy as I can be, I simply can’t explian it. Love just is.

Now for a bit of crowd/reader participation:

What is love?? What is ‘in’ love?