Monday, January 10, 2011

You Can't Microwave Love

Parents make the comment that "they wish the kid would just hurry and grow up, already".
I know they don't really mean it, but deep down inside, a part of them wishes that they could just fast forward to the good part....you know?? Past the eat, drink, shit, sleep, then repeat, stage of childhood.

Lonely hearts, feel the same way about love. They wish that it could just finally come to their door step and be already fully cooked and ready to eat.
Fully Cooked Love on the Way
Truth is, as much as we enjoy the convenience of a quick micro waved dinner, there is absolutely nothing better than the taste of mom's home cooking that took hours of preparation. Right?
By cooking the food on low-medium heat for hours, you allow all of the deep, rich, flavors to find their way to the surface. You also allow the impurities to be released, leaving only behind, what is good.

Meat cooked on low heat will be, ever so tender and simply fall off the bone. The extra cook time, gives the salt an opportunity to seek out the meats strongest point, and then massage it into obedient submission.
The low heat of the fire, serves as a sauna, and slowly melts the muscles into tender pieces of heaven.

When you cook meat over high heat, you sacrifice flavor, texture, aroma, and the over all quality of the meat.
The outside is the first to cook, and it cooks pretty damn fast on high heat.
Just like love, 
...usually, the first part to heat up is the outside.
It's what you see first,
It's what attracted you, isn't it?

But like meat,   If you turn the heat up too high on love,  you will have a relationship that is hot on the outside, but cold and raw within.
And everybody knows what happens when you eat uncooked meat.

So next time you decide to eat some Ramen Noodles,....Try putting them on the stove instead of throwing it in the micro wave.
I guarantee you will notice a difference.

The Same Is True With Love

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The First Kiss


As I get older, I notice that more and more things suddenly become less and less important in life.
This realization, got me thinking about my more happy days on this earth and things that really made me feel good.
Of those things, I don't think there is anything that made me feel more alive than...."The First Kiss".
I'm not talking about your very first kiss ever.....I'm talking about the first time you kissed each person.
Unlike most people I know, I can remember the first time I kissed each person that I have ever kissed.
With that being said, it is safe to assume that my list isn't that long.

What about you?
Can you remember the feeling you had right before you kissed someone for the first time?
With me, it was kind of like being on SPEED or CRACK....

My heart would race 1000 beats per second and my mind and body were never on the same page.
My head was like..."Do it, Do it.......don't be a pussy.....Do it Damn it"
My body was like...."Uh uh, I'm scared....what if she pulls away....what if I'm moving too fast"


This battle would go on for hours, days, and in some serious cases where I really like the girl, months.

The cheesiest thing I ever did, was to steal a kiss.
Kiss In A Bag
I can't believe I did that. It was soooooo corny, that I knew she was in love with me, because she continued to talk to me.
It took me forever to kiss this, one girl. She was like a chalk board with a foreign language written on it.....She was impossible to read.
So one summer night, we were standing outside her house looking at the stars and marveling at how clear the night was and how bright the night sky seemed.
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were when the moonlight hit them just right. I found an excuse for her to have to look up at the big dipper in the sky, and when she did,  I positioned myself to be in perfect position for a quick smoocharoo.

Sure enough, after being unable to locate the constellation in the sky, she turned her head towards me, and got a consolation prize.

Now either her peripheral vision sucked, or she saw me there and played dumb. but, I still got the kiss.
I couldn't believe how I stooped to such pitiful tactics, but I was sure glad that I did. It finally broke the proverbial "ice".

Don't you ever miss that electrical spark in a relationship?
Someone told me that those sparks were like a bag of Pop-Rocks?
They said:
"if your relationship is like Pop Rocks all I can say is eat them slowly, make them last, enjoy the aftertaste, and if you want more bang for your buck mix it with soda… but with caution."


What's the corniest thing you ever did to get that first kiss?
You know where to find me.......hit me on the G-Mail
If you want me to, I will post about it....otherwise it will remain safe and secure in the GTP Storage facility.


Love, Peace, and KFC Chicken Grease

Goldeneye- Out