When did meeting that special someone become so hard?

I’m at my apartment watching television and I’ve seen so many commercials advertising websites for single people to go on and meet other single people. There is eharmony.com, match.com, and I even saw christianmingle.com (This one is strictly for Christians) (Are they serious?). I also know of many people who have met through Internet sites such as MySpace or Facebook. It seems like meeting someone in person is pretty much out the question. There aren’t too many people meeting at the park, or at a gathering, or at work. In these places people are too busy to meet others. At the park they are spending time with their children; at the gathering they are catching up with their friends; and at work they are doing just that, working. See, that’s just the main excuse: “I’m too busy to meet someone”. So, they go online to meet others because that’s the only time they can. Well, there’s only one thing I have to say to that: You mustn’t be too busy when you’re online on any of these sites! People should invest the same amount of time that they spend in front of their PC’s into going out and socializing with real, live people. I think we have become afraid of human contact. Not only do we prefer to meet people online; we also communicate with each other in completely different ways than ten years ago. People much rather send an email than talk face to face or, better yet, people rather have entire conversations through text rather than to pick up the phone and call each other, but anyhow I digress. My initial question was: When did meeting that special someone become so hard?

Dear you, (you know who you are)

I fall for anything you say.

You fuck with my head and I don’t care.

I still love you.

I still love you.

No one fills my void better than you.

I’m addicted to your touch.

Whenever I don’t have it I’m going through withdrawals

I will give to you until there’s nothing left to give.

It’s funny.

Even the fights are good.

But the making up is even better.

Many times I feel you are my everything.

Many times I know I need you.

You make me shiver, like none other.

This love is brutal, but what real love isn’t.

Boy, you

Break

Me

Down.

Inspired by "Fall for Anything" By The Script

The Bronx On American Idol

I had promised to give up watching American Idol after they fired Paula, not because I cared that Paula wouldn’t be there anymore, but because I honestly got sick of it. However, now that Jennifer Lopez is a judge on the show, I definitely had to tune in and support my girl. So, here I go. The show was…ordinary. There wasn’t anyone that really stood out, except for the last young man who ended the show. He didn’t stand out because of his singing ability, although, he was pretty good, but because of where he was from: The Bronx. I found it quite hysterical that the young guy (I can’t remember his name) gave the typical Bronx sob story. He and his family were living in a shelter; the only things that surround him in his neighborhood are drugs, murders, and gangs. More over, the American Idol cameras made sure to show cop cars and an ambulance at full speed. Again, the images and the story was a perfect suit for the typical stereotype of a Bronx neighborhood.

I was born and raised in The Bronx, and while I can say that yes, there are some troubled kids and rough neighborhoods, I can also say that I have never been in a gang, never witnessed a murder or a shooting (shit, this isn’t Bosnia), none of my friends or family have been gang members, and although I have seen people who look like they are on drugs, and they might very well be under the influence of some illegal substance, the use of drugs nor the dealing of illegal drugs were ever present in my family experience. What I did see while living in The Bronx were mothers and fathers who work two or three jobs to provide for their family, kids riding the school bus on their way to learn and explore, neighbors going to church, children playing in the park, and families living and laughing.

This entire situation was reminiscent of the reviews “In the Heights” received when it first opened. The critics said that the show was definitely “washed down”, but good. When asked what he thought about the critics’ comments, Lin simply said that drugs and violence were not part of his experience. AMEN, brother. News flash! American Idol: There is a lot more to The Bronx than what you showed today. If you have any doubt, just take a look at one of your fellow judges. Jennifer Lopez was born and raised in The Bronx, and she is the embodiment of eloquence, determination, intelligence, success, ambition, talent, and maybe, just maybe, the epitome of everything the people in The Bronx are about.

"Dear Ben"

So I haven’t blogged in a while… It’s not because I haven’t had anything worth blogging about, because I have. I just haven’t had any time. My newborn and my older son are keeping me very busy; the newborn more than the older one. But anyway, here I go again…

“Dear Ben”,

How can you be the same physical person, but yet so different?

I know people change. It happens all the time. Change is proof of growth, but you haven’t just changed; you have become a different person. A completely different person. Over the time in which I have experienced your alteration, I have learned how much the physical doesn’t matter, because although I see the same person, I still miss you terribly. I miss your actions: your affection, your smiles, your sweet gestures…I long for all of the things your body cannot replace.

I remember when you went out your way to see me smile. Because that was the only thing that was important to you. Even when I was a spoiled bitch, you didn’t care. You would look at me and say something silly, or simply smile and I could see the love in your eyes, which will make us laugh and forget all about what got us upset. When I think of these times now, I can’t help but feel like I was living in a fantasy.

I remember the love letters you wrote to me almost every day, although we saw each other almost every day, and spoke on the phone for hours and hours a day. You would still find time to write me a love letter. My love letters are so very special because unlike in the older times when love letters were common, when lovers were separated by wars and distance, you wrote to me when you could have just called or dropped by. You put your feelings for me in writing when you could have just spoke them and that makes them all so very much more extraordinary. You were really so perfect.

I remember that weekend when you took me away from all of my problems and all of life’s stresses and made me eat and laugh like I hadn’t done in a long time. Simply a dream…a dream come true.

All of these things (and more) made me love you with a strength that has even surprised me many times. They are stronger than any gift you have given me, and stronger than the physical attraction I still have for you.

I miss you… I miss you terribly although you are lying right next to me now.