The Age Restriction of Puppy Love

When I say 'Puppy Love', I am strictly emphasising the 'puppies' in the 'love-is-sphere'. I group them from the ages of 20 downwards...

Why?

The world is a changing bowling ball with opportunities that give you the high scores but also the misses and it is so easy to direct a miss if you do not give the ball enough energy to be thrust in the correct direction.

What I am really saying is that if you are fourteen years older than your 'puppy': Please leave her alone. For all you know; she is really not into you.

Let us give it a scenario... Perhaps you gym at the same time every morning. Perhaps you may have played for the SpringBokke at one stage of your life and perhaps you wear the same Sharks shorts to gym everyday in hope of finding groupies of the past...

Brother, if you are that much older than her, with a possible marriage behind your back, AND SHE IS ONLY TWENTY, come on!

She will leave you signs of her non interest. Damn right.

When she purposefully gyms on the opposite side of the gym; it is not because she deems your long distance offering worthy. She is trying to escape you. Do not make the effort to walk to the other side day after day and hit her with one sentenced conversation.

This is the mini cherry on top of the regular cherry that tops the Sundae of awesomeness that is my life.

It is not personal: She appreciates your effort but let her decide and follow her lead.

That is all...

Love potions...

So there's been a little surprise thrown into this glorious world of blogging...and that's me! A guest blogger who will be gracing the pages of Margi's blog for a few days while your favourite blogger is soaking up some much needed rest and getting inspiration for another one of her smashing posts ...lets hope I don't mess it up too much! so SURPRISE! Guess you didn't see that one coming hey!

There were only a few rules I were given, one was to be funny (um ok I'll try), and of course ,as you are well aware of, is to babble on a bit about love and dating and all that that pot of gold holds. Lets hope it won't dissapear like the imaginary ones do at the end of a rainbow. With the ugly leprachan next to it. Ok im getting carried away slightly, enough of little Irish men and illusionary glory. Today's topic of discussion is none other than....dum dum dum....MAGIC!

ghasp! Horror! magic??? AM i suggesting love potions to lure your valentine into becoming your hopelessly devoted other half? No no of course not. That only happens in movies. Harry Potter to be precise. Over the last two days I have achieved the incredible feat of watching all 6 movies. yes close your mouth for goodness sake I know i'm brilliant sometimes. And you know what the incredible achievement actually is? I can only remember the love scenes in the series that is FULL of the swishing of wands and rather complicated words.

Harry Potter is completely secondary to the love story of Hermione and Ron. Some really classic moments of brilliance there that we ought to learn from. And no this doesn't only apply to lanky redheads and fiery blondes. It's about best friends who in the end decide for something more. Sounds like a lot of people I know actually. Maybe because it is a winning formual??? Or is it because that they became to lazy to look for someone else?? I"m leaning towards to the former... Even through all those awkard moments of realisation (which were hilarious) they stuck to their guns (or wands) and pushed through. And were rewarded the biggest pot of gold in the end, eachother. Friends for life, two beings that understand eachother so intimately that words do not need to pass between them. And I think that this is possibly the best result of a friendship. Not that I'm telling you all to frantically question every friendship you have with the opposite sex and suddenly become all weird towards them. No! Stop! Enjoy their company. And if it turns into something else well then consider yourself a lucky person.

Old school!

My mother and I saw this elderly couple approach their car and we jumped excitedly in our seats because we  found a parking. Parking at Christmas time is as scarce as hair on my brothers chest... Ha ha. He'll get me back for that one someday:)

The euphoria was assassinated as the snowy couple disappeared... Irritation. Patience being tested. After 15 minutes, he emerged from the side of the car that his wife was on.

My mother and I looked at each other and smiled. The frustration that was building up left like a cool breeze.

At his old age, he still opens the car door for his wife.

Incredible.

My mate who has been dating his girlfriend for two years now also opens the door for her. She said that in the entire duration of their courting, he has only forgotten twice. She loves how it rounds up an evening with thoughtfulness.

That gesture is a winner. Never stop using it:)

Content in your happiness?

My evening last night was simply buoyant as I was visited by my two very special friends.

Our evening was first consumed in the bliss bubbling in my new HP which I have deservingly named Apple. We then bit into the sweet South African delicacy defined by ice cream and then we commuted to the lounge for an impromptu interview.

My Brooch and I once discussed the difference between being happy and the lasting feeling of being content. I thought it would be an appropriate topic of discussion as these two love birds have engraved their relationship on something much stronger than worldly emotion.

I asked Nikki what she would prefer. She immediately opted for security found in being content. She wants those moments where there is nothing but their hearts communicating. This can be found in those moments where there is nothing said. When they can just stare into each others eyes and know without verbally declaring it: That they love each other.

Si, my colleague i so often bring up, immediately interrupted and said he disagrees. It was a bit of a shocker... I won't lie. But then his answer was a pearler. He said that he wants happiness all the time around. He wants to fight to make it continuous. He wants her to be part of a relationship  that is so much more than what the world sees in relationships. He is fighting to make happiness the new definition of being content. Wow.

He said there can be quiet moments like when they are on a mountain top but that is in context. There is something about the view and Nikki that takes any words right out of his mouth. Those moments cannot be boxed by the word contentment.

We continued talking and I have so many topics that will make great future blogs but there was something both of them did not mention. Words alone cannot define it. There is such beauty in the way they are comfortable with each other. Their stares are warm and knitted together. They are the epitome of grace and respect in a relationship.

They are not afraid to disagree but simultaneously respect each others point in discussion.

Their reaffirming realness takes their relationship from something that should be ordinary to something joyous and extraordinary.

How to master the unexpected date

I got to work yesterday with the sudden reminder of the Christmas dinner.


Shock. Horror. Gasp.

I need a date. 

I thought I'd just go with my college because his treasure was on holiday in Cape Town... But as I thought I found the way out, he called asking me if I would fetch his lass from her house because he is in a meeting until late in the evening. I had the holiday weeks messed up. 

Tut. Tut. Tut.

This is work. I cannot just take anyone. My usual date is on holiday... Also, my colleague jokingly makes me feel like a third wheel and then starts on his theory of how maybe my purpose in life is to be single. He talks about Paul in the bible and how significant his celibacy life style was. Then he gets all melodramatic and informs me of the importance of bringing a date and it really felt like the inside of my head was blowing up like a balloon in a rusted cage. I was about to pop... But then it hit me. I found the man:)

I gave him a ring and caught him in a dreamy state. I asked him but his answer was so vague and mystical that I just assumed he was not interested.

About half an hour later, after phoning my colleague and reporting my dismal date failure, dreamy date calls back asking who it was that phoned him. After a good few seconds of laughter we both registered that he never registered anything in our last conversation. He was out of his slumber and agreed to accompany me to the evenings dinner function... On such short notice, he deserves to be honored. 

I had such fun. Wow. I just laughed and laughed. We almost entered the wrong apartment with a frail old lady, seemingly dying on her chair, with nothing but a cloth covering the front of her body. Her eyes were alive and reminded me of a tiger before it obliterated its prey... Her door was wide open as if she was wanting to leer in the naive natives with her decaying charm. 

We eventually found the correct apartment after some good evening exercise. 

I just had so much fun. We purposefully squeezed on the same half of the couch. Air punching and high 5's were all around too. He was an incredible date leading our team in victory with his worldly knowledge in 30 seconds. Teams changed for the second round and again our team won. 

Michael Schumacher. Nelson Mandela... Chester WIlliams. Donald Crump???

Man...

When we left we just went to check on the little old lady. She was still there. Masking the same expression. Door wide opened...

So for those guys out there trying to find out what to do in order to have a great date with your mate... Make sure you know how to laugh and stay away from old ladies with their doors open:)

My example of what love can be...

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.

True though isn't it?

Today marks the eight year mark in the marriage of my parents. Okay, there was a divorce in the picture a few years prior to this festivity, between my father and mother, but my step mother has fitted into the frame for the past eight years and I love her so.  

Their relationship is so inspiring. They remind me of Egyptians... Well, the Egyptian Geese. Once they find their perfect partner, they stay together and die together. 

These two parents of mine are in continuously flapping their teamed-up wings and flying higher. 

They show me how love is meant to be. My father has this dangerous snoring vibrator that starts up the minute he closes his eyes. This is not restricted to his room, No. We could be watching the television and feel the earth moving, with this tractor sound birthing from his side of the room. My step mother sleeps next to that! If that is not love, educate me. 

My step mother has the tendency to see everything in the positive spectrum. She will remind my father that he has not lost his smile, and that is it under his nose- he just forgets that it is there. She never lets him sulk or feel sorry for himself. That would drive me crazy but it brings out the best in him. Love once again. 

They are so honest and respect each other to a new degree. My father, like myself, is a sport-o-holic. We find rugby to be more than a game. It is a way of life. Unfortunately, it threatened his life. After the Boks/ Scotland game, you can understand. He was in critical condition. Barely able to breathe. His pupils dilated. His heart near arrest.   

He survived. Fortunately. 

My step mother had a serious discussion with him. She informed him that his son is not playing. He has not coached the team, He knows none of the players personally. He should abstain from this vicious cycle of abnormality. 

He listened. 

He has not watched a single game since. Only the highlights if I gave him the thumbs up. 

Love. Love. Love.

They always try to spend alone time together and they set me that example I strive for. They are quirky and young at heart. It is real man:)

I just want to honor them and what they base their relationship on. Jesus is their main focus. Every time I burst into their room at 5am in the morning, they are having a quiet time together. It is so beautiful.

Why not take something from their relationship because it is love that makes you smile when you are tired:)

The sucker in the relationship...

I watched the third of that vampire and hyaena series... Twilight.

To be completely honest, the prior films have been bordering on lame in my opinion. I mean,  how can one girl have such bad luck? She is prey for both fields of specimen. They crave more than her blood: They crave her heart. It is too much of a metaphysical speculation. And, like most metaphysical speculations, it has very little reference to the actual facts of life as we know it. But this one... Sigh... I enjoyed it incredibly.

Prior the viewing of the film, my mother and I were having our kitchen bonding session. She said she had read one of my blogs and thinks my entire outlook on love and life is dull and boring. I love that woman. Her honesty is inspiring. I had to laugh because a few years ago she would be ever so glad if her daughter had the same ideals as I do now. Tut tut tut. 

Thing is, I think she is just worried that there are no men who have the qualities that I expect them to have. But this is where Twilight comes in: The one scene is focussed around the theme of the lass wanting to lose her virginity to the vampire because he wants her to experience everything humanly possibly before she becomes cold. 

It got rather steamy and pg before he controlled the moment. He paused the intimacy and said something that elevated me to the utmost place of respect for his character. He said that, in his time, he would have courted her for years before asking her fathers permission to marry her and then only contemplate stealing a kiss from her.

It just gets to me that we are living in a society where everything is speeding up. We are in a whirl pool of temptation rather then a sustainable river of fulfillment. 

It is becoming uncommon for men to lead a relationship. At the first sign of a women being interested, they give in. It is not the ideology of communism controlling a relationship that I am trying to highlight. That is ridiculous. I just miss the stories and the genuine feelings that came with being treated like a significant individual. 

Marriage is a commodity these days. Ask a kid about their first kiss and it is generally something they are not proud of sharing because it was a horrible club experience or with someone they never even knew. 

Mutual respect and courting does not have to be a romantic fantasy. Everyone felt butterflies once. Why do we forget where it all began?

Do not let the worlds perspective snake its way around who you can be. It will suck you dry. You will be left cold... And alone.