Chocolate, bad boys and lies...

I've noticed that I always find myself rooting for the bad guy in the series, as if for some reason he has a good side that only a really nice girl can discover and bring to the surface. In the same way I wish that I have that type of story, a guy that is misunderstood comes into my life and I, with my complete understanding and caring ways make him discover all that is good inside him, obviously in my story there are a couple of fights that end in wonderful speeches of how perfect and indispensable I am... (A girl can dream).

Recently I came across a movie that touched the topic of artificial insemination and a sperm donor, and how when you want to take life by the horns and make things happen for yourself you absolutely can... This is where the crashing of the thoughts happen...

My vintage thought is telling me that a family should be one with a mommy and a daddy, where daddy works and loves mommy lots and where mommy always looks fabulous and can cook like the gods.... Modern mind, however, says that most likely daddy is so happy all the time because he gets some outside of the house and mommy looks fabulous because she orders takeout and has a nanny. OK OK, maybe it is not that bad, the world is not this horrible and I'm sure there are some perfectly functional families out there, but the reality is that maybe it is not the norm anymore. 

Going back to the bad guys...  In my dream my husband is a reformed bad boy with only sweetness for me and a ferocity for any enemy of the family (He saves some for me too). A family that consists of two stylish children and a cute yorkie. But my modern mind is once again in conflict and there is an alternate version, in this version there is no dad (I don't count the sperm donor as one) and only one child; mom has a full time job as the director of a non-profit organization and life is pretty snazzy in the four bedroom brick house, there is no white picket fence.

So until I decide which version of my lie I want to follow, here I stand with mint chocolate in my hands and mouth and bad boys in my mind.... 

Until next time when I have a clashing moment between my vintage thoughts and my modern mind.