Warp Speed, Not Warped Relationship

We fly so fast we forget to breathe.  Maybe there isn’t quality air to take in when you are so high above the clouds of reality.  Yes, that could be it; lack of oxygen makes our heads just a bit too woozy to really decide when the next step is, or should there even be a next step.  These days it’s an express elevator.  Floor 27 please, instant intimacy. The fingers can swoop so easily on a keyboard and they think faster than our soul does.  The soul likes to sit with tea, and if not sympathy, a splash of wisdom now and then.  Oh, those clever fingers, they can type out a semi-sweet and tawdry message in a matter of seconds and whoosh, the missive has gone forth in less time than it even takes to say, “I am interested…” Dangerous times when the psyche can’t begin to keep pace with the pinball wizard of the cyber dating world.  True intimacy (not the kind in a box at Smart and Final) is a lesson in patience and truth seeking self awareness.  How can we put in the emotional sweat equity when such a cornucopia of possibilities is only twelve inches away from your vision? 


Love can be deaf, dumb and blind. Does internet dating mean that we need to add even more handicaps?   Or is it a leg up on the ancient, tried and not so true system of, “Hey, baby, can I buy you a drink”?  Yes, it is nice to know the basics right out in front. He’s a Catholic vegetarian who smokes, with three kids who live at home sometimes. She 5’6”, married four times and has enough baggage to sink the Titanic, when the only ice around is the clinking little bergs in a cocktail glass. We can read between the lines and know the vital stats right out of the gate, but doesn’t that make us microwave popcorn?  Ready to eat in under 2 minutes?  Maybe it is better to slow dance, alone in a crock pot until you are really ready, instead of trying to BBQ peas.

The only net you may be using when dating is thigh-high fishnets.  Other than that you are high up, all alone and able to fall.  Your trapeze is your style, your choices, your inherent sense of who you are and what you need the rules to be. With the ink of experience, tattoo your personal ten best relationship secrets right there on your heart, where your psyche can read them at all times.  Remember, your fingers can type, but they can’t read.

Have a naughty day!

~Miss Kitty