Is it true that we only have one true love? My thoughts coming soon...

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.

A little bit.... naughty

This week I found myself finally realizing what I want in a Man... For those few people in the world who know me, I'm a contradiction. I appreciate everything old fashioned but I also enjoy the freedom that a modern society in a sense has afforded us women. The sad part about reaching this conclusion is that I found this out while reading a book, although I must admit that going on that date really helped too. The book was a historical romance set in the 1800's and it was basically about this woman who was to all appearances what a young lady should be, however, she enjoyed looking at the legs of men and also kissing and such; because of her "curiosity" she is being forced to marry and nobody seems subservient enough except for her brother's friend who happens to be neither "pretty" or a great dancer, things extremely important to her... The bottom point is that she finds herself interested and baited by this friend of her brother who warns her that he is not like the boys she enjoys, he is a MAN.
The story ends in a funny situation and that is when my epiphany comes... I don't want a boy who is cute, can dance and possibly dance well. I want a man who understands who he is, what he is capable of and what he can offer me (although I'll be a pain and possibly never admit that I need anything). Yes, many of you have probably heard this speech over and over again, but I guess until something in the psyche of men changes you will continue to hear it. This is where the vintage thinking kicks in, I remember (or at least I have seen in the Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck films) when men used to have jobs before dating or courting (my absolute favorite word, right next to beau), when families mattered and when being a lady required wearing a dress and heels. Even though my modern mind has constant battles with my vintage thoughts I can't help but wonder if real romance requires less passion and more mystery...

Until later when my modern mind clashes with my vintage thoughts,
VINTAGE THOUGHTS OF A MODERN GIRL