The truth is when I get close to flame; whether is passion, temptation, stimulating conversation, an instant connection I always get burnt. Its never as I imagined it would be; he turns out to be a bad dancer, not very smart, the day light changes and in this light he doesn't look at tempting. In the end when the game plays itself out and right before I've stepped over some imaginary line in my head and crossed over into the land-o-cheating tension snaps.
Then comes the sting of truth. When reality snaps back the problem lies with me. I realize I have not put forth the romantic gestures recently. I play back all the times I have half listened to yet another fantasy football scenario.
I am reminded to double up my efforts and knuckle down. This monogamy is not for the weak willed or faint of heart. It requires constant diligence. And for the moment you think you've got this shit down and you pick your head up to see how the Jones' are doin, just remember this is when Your Grass begins to change. Your grass becomes crab grass and you begin to covet other's nicely tended lawns. In that moment, take a breath and laugh it off because you remember that grass stain.
