Recently, I met up with a couple old friends, a married woman and a
single gal enjoying the fruits of a new romance. I told them about all
my turbulent relationships, joking about the slackers and bad boys, the
commitment-phobes and jerky alpha-males who’d come into my life since
we’d last seen each other.
“Oh, I’ve been there loads of times,” my married friend said after I
described my most recent run-in with a sexy, relationship-shy stoner.
She’d been there loads of times? Shocking.
Married women, especially once they’re moms, seem to me so organized
and fulfilled, it’s hard to imagine any of these poised individuals
knocking around with losers. But once I thought about it, I remembered
all the other married women I know who’ve admitted to the same sordid
My friend Sonya’s husband is a successful TV producer with a taste
for fine wine, classical music, and most interestingly, fidelity. But
before she met him, Sonya was chasing after an egomaniacal actor who
was two-timing her with a co-worker. My friend Jane married a
well-to-do marketing exec who’s the most loving, mild-mannered husband
in human history. Before him, she dated a series of flakes, most
notably, a lunatic with an addiction to crystal meth.
The other intriguing comment from my married friend was in response
to my single pal’s confession that she thought her new flame was “super
nice,” but her “heart didn’t skip a beat” when he walked into a room.
“Never mind that,” my married friend said. “The man you feel passionate about is not the one you should be with.”
So the good news is single women who constantly meet up with
commitment-phobes and jerks can rest assured they’re not aberrations on
the dating landscape. Apparently, it’s normal to meet a bunch of
meatballs before you find the good man you’ll call your own.
The other side of the story is how so many of my wifely friends
admit these meatballs made their hearts go gaga and their loins lava
hot. On occasion, some of them even miss the beloved jerks who made
them so loony, reminiscing about the roller coaster ride that added
kick to life, the emotional depths they found themselves swimming
through, and of course, the fantastic sex. But these wives also seem
glad to have been saved by their husbands.
Since the end of my marriage, probably ninety-five percent of the
men I’ve dated fueled my engine, but were certainly not stars on which
to hitch my wagon. The “nice guys” who’ve entered my world always
become friends while the not so nice become much more. Maybe it’s
because I’m a writer or because I bore easily and dig emotional
extremes. I’ve always preferred the roller coaster to the
Of course, passion fades over time. Unfortunately, even the most
constant love can, too. Both scenarios leave one numb. So I’m
wondering about this passion thing. What is it anyway?
A skim through the dictionary will tell you passion is all about
lust. It also describes the most amorous love, the deepest hate and
every overpowering emotion in between. But the word comes from the
story of Jesus, referring to the pain the man endured before he was
nailed to the cross.