“She lives her life like a flame; a dance of purposeful chaos… Her enchanting light can guide you and quell your fears… She’s hot; warming those who respect her and burning those who don’t… She is a flame with an unforgettable glow… A weak man will try to dim her luminance… but her soul mate will take pleasure in fanning the blaze.”—Steve Maraboli (via raysofthesun)
There are two questions I get asked EVERY day at work.
"How old are you?"
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Without fail when I answer “31 & no” I get the same reactions.
The first I’m always flattered. They then proceed to go on a lovely tangent about how young and lovely looking I am - but it still always makes me feel old.
The second I always reply “I don’t know” but I really want to say:
"Do you want to know the truth? The only reason I’m single is because I won’t settle. I know what I want and I know I’m a catch. But sometimes I pick the wrong men and sometimes the wrong men pick me. There’s possibly a great love in NYC that I don’t know what will happen. There’s also someone lovely at home that has proven over and over again what a gentleman he is. So I don’t know. Am I to pick? Can you help me choose?"
But instead I stick with the “I’m leaving Paris. There’s no point.”