Shhhhhhh…

            It was love, it was romance, and may I emphasize those two words in italics? Yes, in this day and age we are subjected to one anothers' love lives, how ever fiery or fictional it may be. We are the depicted personnel of ones romantic novel or we are the sad readers of the glorified visionary. We are all, tall to short, broad to twig, and worm to socialist, the objectives of the people we turn to when we need a new reality. With out those seductive literary “Gods” we would have…

            Okay, maybe a little dramatic on my part, but isn’t it true? Isn’t it fact that most of the woman population is desperately drawn to these things. These pieces of misunderstood writings. Well I know I am. Yes, guilty as charged in the court of society’s judgment. I happen to enjoy the romantic novel section. I find it very riveting. Okay, maybe not that much, but it is a decent selection of books and besides its not just the literary, it’s also the media.

            Oh no, you’re not backing out of this one. You know you do, so just admit it. You follow love stories on the news and in movies and sitcoms. You know you do, Grey’s Anatomy, The Bachelor, The Notebook, they draw you in like magnet until you can’t live with out it. Yes, romantic media is now our own “dirty little secret…”

Shhhhhhh…