Hook, Line, and Sinker

It's a rarity to catch a fish, let it go to grow some more, and then find that same fish again later. I must've left him with a scar he couldn't forget. To him I was the one that got away, but maybe I was the one fishing in the first place. Regardless of how it happened, I'm happy he caught on my line again. I've given up the solo fishing; now I fish with my husband for dreams.

E is and always has been my best friend. She is still on her fishing journey but what this blog is about is that search for the right someone, essentially a "how to" meet the right person. Here we have the perspective of two ambitious, charismatic and beautiful girls, one of whom has already found her soul mate, the other who is still looking, unsure of whether she even wants true love right now. That brings us to the first piece of advice:

Don't look for Mr. Right,
Look for Mr. Right-Now
and eventually, if he's the right guy,
that now part will eventually drop off.

-quote adapted from the movie, "The Sweetest Thing"

Close but not too Close

Question of the day: Can a guy and a girl be close friends?

A guy friend said it's not possible because someone will end up liking the other.

Fishing 101

So begins our fishing adventure... or actually, A is already done fishing. lol. I am debating if we should be anonymous or not.

We compare our relationships to fishing - you know, the whole analogy of "There are plenty of fish in the sea." The question ends up being, "But what if I don't know how to fish?" Regardless, catching a compatible one is rare.

So I'm on a boat, but I have no intention of catching and taking home a fish. In a sense, I am fishing with no bait. Yet I have multiple lines in the water, compared to A's one line. I catch multiple fish, but I do not reel any in. I let them be, on or off my line and end up releasing them. To me, fishing is recreational; I catch, I release. Fishing too long ends up hurting someone; either the fish just gets stuck on the line, or the fisherman gets frustrated or starved. Maybe this analogy is too vague, but in time it'll make sense.

Love is like the sea
leaves you on your knees
feel it pull you in
then it takes you, takes you over over

first you're floating high
then it takes you, takes you under under

taking my breath away
currents got hold of me
sweeping me away
wish that I could stay
takes me to the top
it's the cycle that never stops