All that is 'good' is not always good for you...

I love chocolate...I always have: cake-cookies-candy- hot, hard, soft, dark, white...sweet-you name it- I've also come to the realization that despite how wonderfully satisfying it is, it just isn't that good for me. The four zits decorating my face can attest to this. So sad..but the truth (in the form of four zits) is staring back at me.


It is quite frustrating to be teased with something so tantalizing; only to have the end result in disappointment.

Makes me think of my last encounter with a hot, sweet....fella. One who I'd known for quite some time, only to find out that he'd harboured a bit of a crush on me for some time.

Well, the right time presented itself: both of us unattached, decided to meet for coffee, and then a few walks, then dinner and then a movie. We were spending time together, enjoying each other-and it was GOOD! I fought it at first, but I have to admit, I was beginning to like him..and I liked what he appeared to stand for: he was a hardworking, dedicated father, generous, non-judgmental and extremely down to earth. And even more delicious: he had the nicest pair of guns (I'm an arm girl)...and eyes brown like cocoa...and hands made for massaging and caressing-

ok, you all get it! the chemistry between us was effortless and intoxicating!

BUT- just when I slowly begin to let my guard down and take in the 'happy', he appeared to work even harder and grew seemingly dedicated to much more. So much, his daily calls turned to the twice a week variety-then...once a week...ok. We do have lives-it's cool

Quickly he began to make promises he likely knew he could deliver, which was just unnecessary..and not cool-

Then, the explanations started to proceeded my questions-which my grandmother taught me was often a sign of guilt...and the stories just didn't fit-along with his cell phone being turned off when we were together. hhmmm-

I didn't want to seem suspicious of anything, but what was going on between us suddenly began to give me that unsettling feeling-like I sometimes got when I ate too much chocolate...

And after I tried to explain that a lack of trust was something I'd never tolerate, I really started to feel ill: his responses were always along the lines of....I will earn your trust...I really am a good guy...I've never been given a fair shake...Did I do something wrong???

Yes-officially nauseated!


But, not for long. This time around, I took some comfort in realizing that relationships take work, but it ain't supposed to be that hard (especially in the beginning) This was the beginning. If I had these feelings of uncertainty, mistrust and neglect now, would things really change for the better? Not...likely.

So, I'll take heed to lesson number five: Even though the 'good' can be really good, it's never worth an end result that can leave you scarred.