Wall building.

Throughout the history and experiences of love, like, or lust, if you will...us girls, we tend to cling onto the fantasy of that fairy-tale "happily ever after." Though, we know it's just impractical and will most likely never come true. I mean, it's just impossible to find that perfect prince charming---the tall, dark, and handsome. Only we've altered that tall to "taller" than me, or that dark to our own "skin preferrance", and that handsome to cute, hot, sexy...eye-candy; etc. Oh, and did I mention we give out points on our imaginary score board? Yeah, you know girls...he gets points if he drives...a point if he works...a point for the interesting conversations...another point if he has fun-easy-going friends...more points when he lasts on the phone with you all night...and you triple the point for every cutesy thing he does, am I right? Yeah okay, well maybe, just maaaaybe that's why this so-called Prince Charming is no where in sight.

Girls! We're over thinking this. We run after all the hot, bad-boy types but we sooo easily forget about the good, nice-boys who've always been there...waiting. Instead, we settle for less, trying to compromise with the bad boys to turn good and get stuck in a dilemma where someone has to leave, if not both, with a broken heart. But isn't there a saying, "you can't change someone"?

Good vs. Bad

So which one do we choose?

There's this barrier...it's like there's a giant wall everyone builds around themselves. A shield, if you will...protecting them from all the problems someone else gives them. You know, the lust, the head over heels, then the complete downfall of it all. That first...babylove, or it might not even be love, but, perhaps the closest thing you've ever experienced to it. It's this complete infatuation that you can't retain yourself from...and the bittersweet of it all kicks in. So why do we do this to ourselves, over and over again? As if you haven't already vowed to yourself, to not get involved with another guy, learning from your previous experienced heartbreaks or as I call em, just bruises to the heart; never a break. Yet, we pursue a new path with another significant other, each time, repeating history over and over again.

So I ask, who's at fault here? Are we building walls from these heartbreaks? Or are we breaking our own hearts, by consistantly choosing the bad guys, and in effect, forcing ourselves to build this wall that protects us from the worst situations..?