Had a bit of a writer's block of late and was going to cheat and repost an entry from back in the heyday of the bashing of JSR (aka MF - the cowardly, douche bag lion) but after rereading the first couple blogs from the beginning of June I once again was pissed off.
For those of you who just stumbled upon our blog, welcome and for the loyal followers who have been with us from the start thanks again for the love. We hope we haven't confused you too much with the numerous name changes and at times cryptic language. I highly recommend reading thru the Love Bites archives in order to get our full back-story and understand where we were emotionally back in the spring and just how far we have come.
April and May were definitely the darkest months of writing; June and July were more lighthearted and sarcastic. Before we removed the comment feature we had a lovely conversation with JSR and Mrs. JSR, which is available to read in the June blogs. Some of my favorites from June are The Day After Tomorrow, Lion's Den, The Great Debate and Fun Girl Tell All. Of course all the entries are brilliant and thought provoking.
As a refresher course for our new groupies here's the deal. There are at time five people writing on Love Bites. Three fabulous ladies; Kate (formerly MV), Summer aka SP and the newest Aussie Gal. The men are McDreamy aka Mark and Devils Advocate, he is Summer's boyfriend and The Man, a thirty something bachelor with a brutally honest and wicked funny take on life and love. From time to time we reference the names JSR (Jackass Sewer Rat) and M or MF (the mascot for all JSRs and Kate's one time friend and fun guy). Andy is Summer's ex; John is Kate's ex.
We removed the comment feature awhile back but we would still love to hear from you. Please note thou that we reserve the right to publicly bash you if your words are out of line. We are still in disbelief over how many Love Bites fans we have now and how many more continue to find us.
Thanks again for the love and support.
Kate
Friday, September 24, 2010
Summer Is Forever
It was by chance that we met. Maybe we were two lonely hearts reaching out for some comfort. Whatever is was, it has grown. Summer is always on my mind. Though I admit that we don't get to speak enough, my memories of the times we shared, keeps her close to me. Summer is a talker, very opinionated and many times even dark. We laugh about it all the time, how sometimes dark her views are, where mine are the opposite. Have we then created a seemingly perfect equilibrium, maybe it's too early to tell? It feels like I just met her yesterday, the carts colliding, the numerous apologies, the exchanges of nervous smiles, and finally the number exchange. I can still remember staring into her gorgeous eyes mesmerized. The memories are fresh, her gentle touch, her reassuring smile, and her intoxicating laugh. Were the odds stacked against us from the start? Maybe, but we've done well so far.
Summer is the perfect catch. Successful, focused, intellectual, articulate and mesmerizingly gorgeous. Discussions with her are always intriguing, she will never let you win an argument, but she will give that sinister smile to let you know that she will agree to disagree. But it was her stark beauty that first caught my attention. Flawless skin, striking facial bone structure, tender pink lips and those inviting eyes.
But nothing can discount how much we have shared in such a short time. Traveling back and forth just to spend a few precious moments with each other was time well spent. It seemed like we never slept when we were together, time was precious. We still have a fighting chance, distance has grown less significant. We communicate more daily that most married couples. Both our days are filled with good and bad, but we share them all. My affection for Summer grows exponentially with each word shared, we have reached the cross roads and our journey continues. Autumn is upon us, but for me Summer is where I will forever be.
Devils Advocate (aka McDreamy)
Summer is the perfect catch. Successful, focused, intellectual, articulate and mesmerizingly gorgeous. Discussions with her are always intriguing, she will never let you win an argument, but she will give that sinister smile to let you know that she will agree to disagree. But it was her stark beauty that first caught my attention. Flawless skin, striking facial bone structure, tender pink lips and those inviting eyes.
But nothing can discount how much we have shared in such a short time. Traveling back and forth just to spend a few precious moments with each other was time well spent. It seemed like we never slept when we were together, time was precious. We still have a fighting chance, distance has grown less significant. We communicate more daily that most married couples. Both our days are filled with good and bad, but we share them all. My affection for Summer grows exponentially with each word shared, we have reached the cross roads and our journey continues. Autumn is upon us, but for me Summer is where I will forever be.
Devils Advocate (aka McDreamy)
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sweet Lullaby
"He that is jealous is not in love.” - St. Augustine
Romance isn't died it's just been overlooked. Without it relationships fall apart and new sparks burn bright. The art of seduction, of smooth and flattering remarks makes its nearly impossible not to want to fall in love again. To gush about the great catch and beyond sweet words he speaks to me. At times I don't know what to say, I'm taken aback by his declaration of affection and the affects of his presence and words. Even still I must pinch myself and find a flaw in him, in us because it is seemingly too perfect. Well there is the matter of distance and time, yet I don't worry so much about these minor obstacles for it just feels right.
My heart is conflicted and unsure of the next move. Friends tell me to follow my heart, but look how well that worked out in the past. It's because of this fear that as soon as I let down my guard and believe I have found happiness again that I withdraw and make myself think that McDreamy and I don't have a chance. But, it's not true I want to believe we could last, but I also don't want to look like a pathetic fool gushing about someone who broke my heart.
Isn't that how this blog originally start. Gushing/bashing same thing right? And with that a trip down memory lane and into the Love Bites archives. Think we could all use a good laugh and it's been far too long since we dedicated a blog to the bashing of M, the mascot of all Jackass Sewer Rats.
Night all and welcome to the official start of fall.
SP
Romance isn't died it's just been overlooked. Without it relationships fall apart and new sparks burn bright. The art of seduction, of smooth and flattering remarks makes its nearly impossible not to want to fall in love again. To gush about the great catch and beyond sweet words he speaks to me. At times I don't know what to say, I'm taken aback by his declaration of affection and the affects of his presence and words. Even still I must pinch myself and find a flaw in him, in us because it is seemingly too perfect. Well there is the matter of distance and time, yet I don't worry so much about these minor obstacles for it just feels right.
My heart is conflicted and unsure of the next move. Friends tell me to follow my heart, but look how well that worked out in the past. It's because of this fear that as soon as I let down my guard and believe I have found happiness again that I withdraw and make myself think that McDreamy and I don't have a chance. But, it's not true I want to believe we could last, but I also don't want to look like a pathetic fool gushing about someone who broke my heart.
Isn't that how this blog originally start. Gushing/bashing same thing right? And with that a trip down memory lane and into the Love Bites archives. Think we could all use a good laugh and it's been far too long since we dedicated a blog to the bashing of M, the mascot of all Jackass Sewer Rats.
Night all and welcome to the official start of fall.
SP
Rulebook for Love
I know there is no rulebook for love gone wrong, but I could really use one right now. Talking with my flat mate last night I mentioned that I kinda don’t feel like I was ever married. It just seems like it was a distant dream. But I feel like that is wrong of me. That it should all still be fresh in my mind. That I should still be upset that it is over. It was only three months ago that he pulled the rug out from under me. Shouldn’t the wounds still be open and painful?
On most days I feel awesome. I am happy. I have a new life to create. Is that why I don’t feel the way I think I should? And to confuse me more I met a guy on Saturday night. We had a great time together until he dropped me home Sunday lunchtime (and no I was not the fun girl…). I have not heard from him but that is beside the point. He has got me gushing just at the way he treated me. Complimenting, affectionate etc. It’s been quite some time since I have been treated that way. Even while I was married. It made me feel really good about myself. Like I could be wanted again. That I might have been thrown away by one man but another could treasure me. OK. Going a bit overboard. But am I ready to get back out there again? Surely it’s too soon? Should I just stop questioning it and see what comes naturally? But what seems to be coming naturally is what I’m questioning.
Damn I need a rulebook…
Aussie Gal
On most days I feel awesome. I am happy. I have a new life to create. Is that why I don’t feel the way I think I should? And to confuse me more I met a guy on Saturday night. We had a great time together until he dropped me home Sunday lunchtime (and no I was not the fun girl…). I have not heard from him but that is beside the point. He has got me gushing just at the way he treated me. Complimenting, affectionate etc. It’s been quite some time since I have been treated that way. Even while I was married. It made me feel really good about myself. Like I could be wanted again. That I might have been thrown away by one man but another could treasure me. OK. Going a bit overboard. But am I ready to get back out there again? Surely it’s too soon? Should I just stop questioning it and see what comes naturally? But what seems to be coming naturally is what I’m questioning.
Damn I need a rulebook…
Aussie Gal
Monday, September 20, 2010
Daydreamer
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." -St. Augustine
The passing of time doesn't change what was said or done, but the eternity of open roads makes moving on without seem both probable and impossible. The lines have blurred and the images fade, but the last words spoken in a fit of angry stay with me and act as an invisible fence around my heart. I sense this is a major moment in my life, one that I will not only remember forever but also look back on many years from now with either regret or sublime happiness.
I find myself questioning everything I think I know. Redesigning what is within reach and procrastinating answering the tough questions. Visions and rules alter as the discussion continues. Parting ways was painful but necessary, my heart no longer can be broken and I fear that I can no longer love again.
It is far easier to return to what you know than gamble on a long shot. It is inevitable that during the course of one's life temptation and fantasy will seduce the daydreamer. What once was nothing more than a wild imagination is conceivable. Work may never end the curse, but fear of what could be or should be will put more doubt than hope in the success.
I suppose I should take his words at face value, but given the past I can't forget the broken record of promises never fulfilled. It would be easier if I knew the ending. Instead I follow my heart, which currently is torn. The hourglass is running out and I have been presented with two different opportunities each with its pros and cons. A life of exotic trips, cheesy romance, passion, lust and endless adventures or a simpler quiet existence with home cooked dinners, spooning, old fashioned loving and an eternity of sweet and humbling grand gestures. I ponder what the future might look like in both and also knowing that it's very possible neither will last forever.
SP
The passing of time doesn't change what was said or done, but the eternity of open roads makes moving on without seem both probable and impossible. The lines have blurred and the images fade, but the last words spoken in a fit of angry stay with me and act as an invisible fence around my heart. I sense this is a major moment in my life, one that I will not only remember forever but also look back on many years from now with either regret or sublime happiness.
I find myself questioning everything I think I know. Redesigning what is within reach and procrastinating answering the tough questions. Visions and rules alter as the discussion continues. Parting ways was painful but necessary, my heart no longer can be broken and I fear that I can no longer love again.
It is far easier to return to what you know than gamble on a long shot. It is inevitable that during the course of one's life temptation and fantasy will seduce the daydreamer. What once was nothing more than a wild imagination is conceivable. Work may never end the curse, but fear of what could be or should be will put more doubt than hope in the success.
I suppose I should take his words at face value, but given the past I can't forget the broken record of promises never fulfilled. It would be easier if I knew the ending. Instead I follow my heart, which currently is torn. The hourglass is running out and I have been presented with two different opportunities each with its pros and cons. A life of exotic trips, cheesy romance, passion, lust and endless adventures or a simpler quiet existence with home cooked dinners, spooning, old fashioned loving and an eternity of sweet and humbling grand gestures. I ponder what the future might look like in both and also knowing that it's very possible neither will last forever.
SP
Friday, September 17, 2010
Controlled Chaos
"In life we all have an unspeakable secret,an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love." - Diego March
Some find peace in the silence while others lose control without the chaos. Decisions made in impaired moments very well maybe what ends the dream. One day soon I will call and no one will answer. My surroundings have matured and with each passing day I feel myself losing control of a life I never could master. Yes the chase is fun, but the escape isn't permanent or maybe it can be. Nothing is guaranteed in life; in order for a relationship to work there must be compromise from both parties.
I worry that I've made the wrong decision, that I'm holding onto someone who doesn't deserve me or appreciate what I'm doing. But, maybe I would be able to overlook his mistakes if I knew this time was the real thing that we would be in it forever. But, I can't predict the future and I won't know until I gamble it all.
It didn't have to get to this point, but I am far from innocent in the fallout. Life goes on, but does it really get easier with time? The superficial wounds may heal, but the scars will be a constant reminder of a life once lived.
Most people in my position would have walked out the door and never looked back, but I won't give up yet. It maybe to late to fix the damage from years of neglect, but I'm willing to give it one more try.
SP
Some find peace in the silence while others lose control without the chaos. Decisions made in impaired moments very well maybe what ends the dream. One day soon I will call and no one will answer. My surroundings have matured and with each passing day I feel myself losing control of a life I never could master. Yes the chase is fun, but the escape isn't permanent or maybe it can be. Nothing is guaranteed in life; in order for a relationship to work there must be compromise from both parties.
I worry that I've made the wrong decision, that I'm holding onto someone who doesn't deserve me or appreciate what I'm doing. But, maybe I would be able to overlook his mistakes if I knew this time was the real thing that we would be in it forever. But, I can't predict the future and I won't know until I gamble it all.
It didn't have to get to this point, but I am far from innocent in the fallout. Life goes on, but does it really get easier with time? The superficial wounds may heal, but the scars will be a constant reminder of a life once lived.
Most people in my position would have walked out the door and never looked back, but I won't give up yet. It maybe to late to fix the damage from years of neglect, but I'm willing to give it one more try.
SP
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Guts & Glory
"When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them." — Marilyn Monroe
It would be easier to walk away and not confront the problems, but I've never been one to throw in the towel without a fight. Depending on whom you speak to the story will be worlds apart. One of a free spirited happy soul and the other of the wicked witch.
Last year on October 3 life as I knew it came to an end. It wasn't the cowardly email from M (aka JSR) that caused the depression, but his note and more importantly his silence and the fact that he never had the guts to attempt to explain his words or actions that caused me to rethink everything I thought I knew about everyone around me.
If someone I had considered a good friend for nearly a decade could effortlessly remove me from their life in such a brutally cold manner than I never was a friend to them in their eyes. Which means that all those years I stayed up talking into the early morning hours and all the kind words he spoke to me about the success of my business were lies. M is a heartless bastard with no guts or balls. A big fucking pussy with no game, talking shit to boost his ego. When the truth is he isn't noteworthy or Executive material. He is a permanent Executive in training (six years and no promotion. I know the business, I married into it and the behind the scenes unspoken truth is YOU SUCK and your father turns out he was fired from the fs.)
If it weren't for the Internet we never would have met. Maybe one day you would have done the tasting for my wedding or our children will attend the same private school, but the truth is we aren't alike at all. You talk the dream and I live the dream. I have guts, I have balls, I don't run away from the tough questions. One year later I have accomplished so much more and you and your by the books wife and kids are still going thru the motions doing the same thing you were one year ago today, working the same job.
I faded out and lost interest in life after the email from M last fall and didn't wake up again until the spring. I can't get back the months I lost or repair the damage that was done, but I've learned from my mistakes and forgiven those that burned me. Karma will come back around one day and I hope to have a front row seat for the show.
LOL now MF and CF. Doubt your washed up, pencil pushing friends will dare touch me now or ever again. 12,310 Love Bites groupies and counting. Thanks again for the hatred it's the greatest form of love.
Kate
It would be easier to walk away and not confront the problems, but I've never been one to throw in the towel without a fight. Depending on whom you speak to the story will be worlds apart. One of a free spirited happy soul and the other of the wicked witch.
Last year on October 3 life as I knew it came to an end. It wasn't the cowardly email from M (aka JSR) that caused the depression, but his note and more importantly his silence and the fact that he never had the guts to attempt to explain his words or actions that caused me to rethink everything I thought I knew about everyone around me.
If someone I had considered a good friend for nearly a decade could effortlessly remove me from their life in such a brutally cold manner than I never was a friend to them in their eyes. Which means that all those years I stayed up talking into the early morning hours and all the kind words he spoke to me about the success of my business were lies. M is a heartless bastard with no guts or balls. A big fucking pussy with no game, talking shit to boost his ego. When the truth is he isn't noteworthy or Executive material. He is a permanent Executive in training (six years and no promotion. I know the business, I married into it and the behind the scenes unspoken truth is YOU SUCK and your father turns out he was fired from the fs.)
If it weren't for the Internet we never would have met. Maybe one day you would have done the tasting for my wedding or our children will attend the same private school, but the truth is we aren't alike at all. You talk the dream and I live the dream. I have guts, I have balls, I don't run away from the tough questions. One year later I have accomplished so much more and you and your by the books wife and kids are still going thru the motions doing the same thing you were one year ago today, working the same job.
I faded out and lost interest in life after the email from M last fall and didn't wake up again until the spring. I can't get back the months I lost or repair the damage that was done, but I've learned from my mistakes and forgiven those that burned me. Karma will come back around one day and I hope to have a front row seat for the show.
LOL now MF and CF. Doubt your washed up, pencil pushing friends will dare touch me now or ever again. 12,310 Love Bites groupies and counting. Thanks again for the hatred it's the greatest form of love.
Kate
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