This is an article written by my favourite author in the world…..EVE MONTELIBANO….I’ll forever be your greatest fan!!!
LOVE IS A RUSSIAN RUOLETTE
(From the best seller series LOTHARIO…Desiring Drew)
Hello, Independent Woman. Have you ever been to a point where the very thought of dating makes you cringe? I’m sure you have. Just thinking of meeting another potential Mr. Right in the form of a blind date gives you the eww feeling. You’re tired of your Mom and her friends and your BFF trying to pair you off to strangers. The whole process of getting-to-know makes you nauseous. You’d rather be in a spa being pampered from head to toe than getting dressed up for a guy you don’t even know from Adam and who will likely turn out to be the worst date of your life. As always!
But that’s getting way ahead of it.
Let me have the fun of describing what we have all experienced in this state of insanity called “Looking for THE ONE”. It’s temporary, mind you. It’s curable. But a lot of us love to be in this state. It’s fun and exciting, until your ego starts getting a beating, and it’s downhill from then on.
Looking for Mr. Right nowadays is likely playing Russian Roulette. It’s a lethal game of chance where you spin the odds of finding love and your heart on line, hoping that when you spin the cylinder of fate and pull the trigger, you don’t get the fatal bullet. It’s an expedition of gigantic proportions that requires a lot of time, effort and resources on your part and it’s bound to bring you disappointment, disillusionment and will more likely turn you from a hopeless romantic to a hard-core cynic.
Okay, so you are a romantic and you want to fall in love with this epitome of manhood. You wait and wait for him to come to your way but he never does. You realize one day while in the middle of reading a romance book or watching a Sandra Bullock rom-com that you cannot find him in the pages of a Johanna Lindsey fiction while snuggled in your pink Victorian bed or in the faces and bodies of Keanu Reeves, Hugh Grant or Ryan Reynolds. You have to look for him. You have to go out there, scour the universe to find him.
The thing is, you don’t know where to look because Mr. Right could be anywhere—in a restaurant pigging out on a steak, in a bank plotting to rob it, in a night club hoping to get discovered by a talent scout, in an airport fixing a busted engine, scaling the Everest trying to beat a world record, in an online dating site desperately looking for you too but getting sidetracked by eye-candies, or he could be taking care of a zoo in Namibia with Brangelina. The places where he could be and the possible ways to meet him are endless. And there are so many obstacles you can encounter too while you look for your beloved Knight in Shining Armour.
You would encounter other men along the way and you may mistake them for your prince and then you discover that they are not what you were looking for, provided you know exactly what you are looking for in the first place. You have this imaginary ideal man— and you often create him out of several personalities you have read, met or seen, say Chace Crawford’s face, Paul Walker’s body, Marc Zuckerberg’s business savvy (self-made billionaire in his twenties, how’s that for business savvy?), Bill Gates’ philantrophic heart, the Dalai Lama’s wisdom, Larry King’s sharp witt, your father’s patience and kindness and your classmate Lan’s (who’s had a crush on you since kinder) sweetness and thoughtfulness.
The man of your dreams is like Frankenstein of the finest human parts and qualities and you love idealizing him within the magical castle of your fairytale dreams than in the glaring light of reality. And more often than not, you think that you have found him already only to be disappointed over and over, because every man you meet feels right in the beginning and ends up totally wrong in the end. But you never lose hope. You know it deep in your heart and soul, you will find him. You’ll just have to keep the faith and be more patient and one day soon, he will come revving in his black Lamborghini, ready to take you on a wild ride to ever after. And your search for the myth continues.
Indeed, finding your soulmate is like playing Russian Roulette. Sooner or later you get the bullet.
And no, that wasn’t a metaphor. J