Somewhere along the ever-growing list of qualities that women seek in relationships; around ‘chiseled abs” and ‘the face of Adonis’, is “Passion”.
We don’t just want to be wanted, we want to be desired. We don’t want a peck on the cheek, we want to be kissed to the point of delirium.
I blame romance novels. I blame the Duke that searches the land for the lowly midwife, takes her from her modest lifestyle and dote on her until the two fall “madly in love” and live happily ever after. Yeah, I just read that book.
We crave passion, and desire, and “madness in love”.
EVERY woman and I don’t care how independent you are or how detached you claim to be; I’m even including myself in this generalization, EVERY woman wants to feel desired.
EVERY woman wants a man (or perhaps another woman) to love her so earnestly that he (or she) would sacrifice himself (or herself) for her.
EVERY woman wants that heat and wanton need —- okay, I’ll stop.
Genuine passion is hard to find. Not because it doesn’t exist but because it is often used as a veil to mask the true nature of the individual.
There is a thin line between passion and psychosis. How can we distinguish the two? Please, if you have the answer, share it. (I suggest facebook, google, myspace, hi5, county records, etc)
I am sure that Brian White, 19, probably at some point considered himself to be passionate. Probably during the time he was actually dating the girl whose mother and new boyfriend he murdered out of jealousy and anger. This is not a joke people. Tragedies like this one occur too frequently. They’re considered “Crimes of Passion”!?
A very thin line, indeed.
On the edge of sleep just last night, I considered a past relationship that I can only describe as ‘beige’.
We were comfortable enough with each other that we could sit in total silence and be perfectly content. No confessions of love eternal or promises to put the other’s life before our own. How boring?
But then I thought of the possible alternative. I could have a comfortably boring boyfriend like Dave* or I could have the passionate, possessive, and ultimately insane Adonis (and his chiseled abs).
*Names have been changed