It's weird. When I was growing up I first saw The Crow. It felt like a part of me fell together. From then onwards I've been working to try and feel even am iota of the love and passion that Eric felt for Shelley. It's an intense desire to never be without them. A burning desire. It's something I long for for someone to need me with such a fire that it destroys all others. When you look at someone and you know they belong together, like two pieces of a puzzle falling together, no gaps, no cracks. Solid. I've never felt that.
What struck me last night was that I was watching 'Secretary' and even in a world of fetish...the darker side of love and power. They shared a love so pure. Which then brings me onto my next point. All of the girls I know...they like guys from shows such as True Blood, Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries...which then begs the question...where does that leave me? I don't have a make up artist fixing me up between takes. I don't have perfect lighting following me around. So what can mere males do to live up to the actors drones of women lust for. Style over substance!
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