Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Hazards Of Love...

The Decemberists - Hazards of Love
My true love went riding out
in white and green and gray
past the pale of office wall
where she was want to stray
and there she came upon
a white and wounded faun

Oh, oh
the hazards of love

she, being full of charity,
a credit to her sex
saught to right the faun's hind legs
when here her plans were vexxed
The shifted strange
the beast began to change

Oh, oh
The hazards of love
Oh, oh oh oh
The hazards of love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone

Fifteen maidens lay
along in their bower
fourteen occupations pay
to pass the idle hour

Margret heaves a sigh
Her hands clasped to her thigh

Oh, oh
The hazards of love
Oh, oh oh oh
The hazards of love
you'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone

He met my eyes with his penetrating gaze. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. The temperature in the room spiked into the tropical range. My heart pounded in my chest like a ritual drum, and my knees threatened to buckle. I'd never seen such a gorgeous male. My logical mind engaged in a futile attempt to regain my attention -- to remind me that I'd just met this stranger and my behavior was unacceptable. Inappropriate. But something about him felt dark and dangerous. Desirable. I lifted my chin to give him better access to my neck. He smiled, showing a hint of fangs."

Vampires are all the rage these days.

Wait, what? Vampires??

They're creepy, they suck your blood, and they turn you into a creature of the night. So why do fanged vampires spark love at first bite?

The vampire represents the quintessential bad boy, He's got a terrible reputation, he's gorgeous, he's dangerous and most of all he's vulnerable.

We're drawn to vampires because of the thrill.

The newest vampire on the scene is the moody and handsome Edward Cullen in the movie Twilight.
And Edward's not the only member of the undead who's popular these days. On the HBO series "True Blood," Bill Compton is strong, fast and has switchblade-like fangs.

There is something very sexy about a vampire. They are intense and their need to be close to other humans is appealing. It's exciting because you just never know when a vampire is going to lose control and have to bite you.

Edward is a vampire who looks like a Greek god, he's insanely good looking, forever young and all he wants to do is read your thoughts and spend time with you When is the last time most men told their wife he wishes he could read her thoughts?

Women also love the concept of succumbing to a vampire, A vampire is a powerful man who sneaks into bed with you at night and, though he doesn't take you, he promises you eternal life. Once a vampire bites you, you become immortal.

Vampires are the ultimate safe sex. In the film Twilight' there is absolutely no sex and yet the vampire, is such a sex symbol he has the girls swooning for him.

I, myself find young male vampires totally hot and inviting. It is a powerful lure and pull. Then again, I am a sucker for insanely good looking men!

So, are there hazards in loving a vampire? They don't follow any human rules or laws. Imagine James Dean with fangs.
I read this:
Women in therapy often report disappointment with the 'human' males they're in relationship with, "Would a handsome vampire sit in front of the television, scratching his stomach and drinking beer? Are women lusting after the undead Homer Simpson? Probably not. Imagining a heart-stoppingly-gorgeous man hovering outside your window is much more fun. Most of my clients would open the window."

So yeah, my window is always open.....

The Universe told me today:
Someone loves you very, very much, Michelle, and because you received this email, no matter how you received this email, it's important that you know it.
Someone besides me,
The Universe
"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." — Iris Murdoch
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
— Marcel Proust
“When nothing is sure, everything is possible.” —
Margaret Drabble
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