Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Write Bad Checks
Life, love and Sex and the City, part 16: Drama Queens
Butterflies. They are elusive, beautiful, and short lived. They appear and disappear at random. Butterflies are thrilling, not only for their brilliance but also for their illusive nature.
I think this is why we have labeled the flutters of new romance as having butterflies in your stomach.
As everyone knows, the blush of infatuation does not last. The adrenaline alone required to maintain this state would surely cause thyroid failure in us all if it continued much past the earliest point in a relationship. But oh, what a ride: the instantaneous excitement when your phone buzzes and it’s them, the constant wonderment of connection laced with possibility, the flame of desire that burns through rational thinking. Infatuation is way better than any drug.
Of course this is temporary and for most of us evolves into state of comfort and peace that is meant to sustain us for the long term. There are many of us, however, who cannot escape the high. As life settles in and passions die down, they continue to recreate the rollercoaster experience of a relationship’s beginning with an endless series of dramatic blow ups over issues both small and large. For some, if it isn’t an earthquake, it’s quicksand. In my…
