Is it the nice guy that wins the race?

I thought of another him tonight. Another time when i thought i was in love with a boy who never quite treated me right. He had just the right amount of bad boy in him and candy dangling in front of my eyes to keep me on my toes and let the butterflies in my stomach rule my heart.

Oh how i cried for him and missed him and loved the way he dribbled sweet words and held me in his arms for moments in time. Often the smooth ones are the most dangerous, ridiculously passing as the "nice guys" when in fact they are the worst of them all.

So is there a time in every womens life, where she gets sick of all these jerks and decides that maybe, maybe after all,  a lifetime together is to be shared with the nice guy. Its that realisation that excitement and butterflies are fleeting, that memories won' hold you together forever, that in the end respect, trust, faithfullness and friendship are ultimate. That the man who wants to here you speak and see whats really inside of you before he hops between the sheets is really the one that you should be with.

Is this what growing up is ultimately about?

Another life, another time

Dear S

Its been over a year. There has been many men but only one city since i last wrote. I still think of you sometimes, wonder how you are, where you are, who your with?

But i don't miss you the way i used to. You are but a fond memory. I stopped craving for you. Those craving turned to other men.

And my life, its still going well. Work is full of excitement. Men are a plenty. I am once again in a stable relationship. This time with a nice guy - i think he may even be a keeper.

I fell for a soccer player you know. He was exciting and fun. He was the reason i forgot about you really. But then that all went to dust, as all things exciting seem to.

So i'm going to try out the nice stable good guy. Is my childhood of frivolity over? Is it time to settle down to life?

Only time will tell.

Be careful what you wish for - you might just get it

A few months back i was at an indian wedding and i walked away dreaming of meeting an indian man.

Come new years and who do i end up with. So i am seeing an indian guy, the type that you settle down with, the type that your intincts tell you to trust. The type of guy that will be by your side with a smile on his face.

So i say good bye to the fugitives and the soccer players, to the taken and the ones aiming into the sky.  

Its time to start living life, being a good person, being stable and happy.