So.. seriously? It's blog, I guess, right? Just another way to keep your secrets not so secret?

Fair enough.

Alright, well I guess this is going to become the official "Sex and the Britty" column. lol. I watch a lot of Sex and the City (disclaimer, duh, does NOT belong to me), where the main character (the typical single gal) and her (typical) single female friends have experiences in their lives that makes Carrie (the main character) ask certain questions about life. "Do you have to play games to make a relationship work?", "When do we stop searching for Mr. Right, and started settling for Mr. Okay?"...

But there are some questions that weren't addressed, and I have often written similar journalized columns in my head. So, welcome to Brittany's 'Chick-lit' world:

Entry One:

Question:

In today's world, if you're eighteen and finding your place, you're in a generally sticky situation. This is a particular point where we are often teetering on a line on what we *should* do, and what we *want* to do. Grown up enough to know what would the mature way of handling a certain situation, but still naive enough to throw it all that out the window when swept up in emotion, good or bad, hoping that if we let our hearts rule, we'll ultimately win. The average single girl could flash card herself and know all the right answers for when dealing with their "someone". We know that if you argue, you're supposed to maturely say goodbye, wait a few days for him to call, or call yourself in a week with a totally grown up and of course, totally prepared point of view. We also know, that it is most advantageous to always hope for the best, but expect the worst.

However, the average girlfriend, wife, or 'it's kind of complicated' girl, cannot remember a single rule when threatened with the loss of her loved one. We call back immediately to hear his voice, and we'd dive on a sword if it meant *knowing* that it won't be the last time we'll talk to him. In moments when our hearts overpower our minds, we argue that in passion all mistakes (on either side of the relationship) are forgivable. That is, until we become single again and berate ourselves for weeks about knowing better than behaving the way we had. Either way we agonize over finding the reasons it didn't work, and don't truly let go of those last few days of bliss, and of hell, for weeks, months, and in some cases years later. We hold on, for better or for worse, for much longer than really justifiable, even to ourselves. Even, and sometimes especially, when our Mr.RightForMe becomes Mr.RightForUsersRUs.

Is our desperate cling to the relationship a sign of unconditional love? Or is it a desperate cling to the emotion, and a need to feel *anything*, even anguish, to remind ourselves we are alive? When our fingers hover over the 'send' button on our tear stained cell phones, knowing that we really shouldn't call, are we really looking to fight for him? Or only to fight? In affairs of the heart:

If you just can't walk away, are you passionately in love? Or in love with passion?


Any thoughts?

Any responses will be read and and considered for "answer" piece, which I will write and post by Friday of this week. Audience particpation is *very* important here! Male opinion welcome as well!!