It seems the Relationship/Gender topic has been abound these past few days.
Mikey's uneasiness at the thought of having one, EJ's denial that women are human
and are capable of feelings, and my own little struggle of being geographically challenged.

It would be interesting to try and prove that 90% of all things we do and think are about, or at least
pertaining , to the opposite sex. Sure a few would argue that we do these things purely for ourselves.
Do we?

Willow and I were contemplating marriage (obviously not to each other) this morning
over coffee. Let us assume that there will be a party for both partners prior to their wedding.
The male version is called "a bachelor party" , whereas the female version is " a kitchen tea."
So here's a taster of what's to come.

Im sorry. Maybe im one of the few women who dont have such a rosy picture of being married.
When I was little my Barbies never got married. They had hot affairs with that dark -haired Ken down the street and became
Paleontologists. No really. I didnt even own a Barbie wedding dress.
Also, I remember now....my one of my friends Mariska , was set on the idea that when we were playing out a Royal Scene
the Queen was to be prettier than the Princess. This just did not make sense to me.

In my mind, the Queen would roll over at 2 am in the morning and look at her King in the faint moonlight, morosely taking in the unruly chesthair
almost reaching the top of his burly chest and the jowls that moved as he ground his teeth in his sleep, all while wondering
where the hell the time has gone and why the big rock on her finger seemed more like a ball-and-chain than a sparkling promise.
In the morning she would appear content with busying herself with castle domesticalities and receiving a peck on the cheek as a show of affection.


Of course there's always the whole adage of "When the right person comes along" .... Sure. Maybe then. Or maybe in 3 years I'll
be blogging about how I want to get married because im just soooooo in love. But at the moment it scares 9 kinds of shite out of me.