Is He the Love of My Life?

by Deb Garraway
March 23, 2011

I Surrendered for the Love of My Life

Is this how I get the love of my life?


When you hear people say surrender and let go, don’t you sometimes think to yourself — easy for you to say?

Handcuffs are not the kind of surrendering I’m talking about. Here’s what I mean. When you’re troubled over a confusing relationship, and you don’t know where it’s going or what to do, you’re thinking he’s the love of my life, but his behavior says he may be thinking this isn’t working for me.

Then your girlfriend tells you just to surrender and let go of the outcome, and that if it’s meant to be, it will be. Ugh! None of us likes that kind of advice when things are falling apart or we feel threatened in some way with a relationship.

And what does that saying mean anyway? And how do you actually do that when your emotions are strong and you really want the relationship to work? (more…)

by Deb Garraway
February 15, 2011

Love Poetry and Romantic Fantasy

…Tremble with me
in paralyzing pauses.
I may no longer breathe
without breathing you.
~ Judith Pordon

Ah, romance, how we love it—hate it—crave it—resist it—long for it—deny it. We’ve just passed one of single women’s least celebrated days. Red hearts are displayed in every store, along with sentimental Valentine’s poems, cards with schmaltzy love poetry and the musical theme from the tear-jerker movie Love Story, or worse yet An Affair to Remember. (more…)

by Deb Garraway
November 17, 2010

Could the Love of My Life Be Different Than I Expect?

Yes, really, you're the love of my life.


Absolutely! In fact, most of the women I’ve known who’ve found their “love of my life” have said he was nothing like they had imagined, including my own.

The difference was either his appearance, his type of work, his lifestyle, socio-economic level, his personality, or even his values. The most interesting difference I’ve heard about is in a recent article in Oprah Magazine called “The One”. The author, Allison Cooper, shares her poignant story of finding the man of her dreams who, as it turns out, used to be a woman. While Cooper and her man don’t consider themselves gay, she reveals the difficulty in explaining to family and friends how she could fall in love with a former woman who transformed herself into a man. No one was more surprised than Cooper herself. Read more http://budurl.com/judgenot (more…)

by Deb Garraway
November 10, 2010

Free Falling to Find True Love

Is this the only way to find true love?


Remember the song Free Falling by Tom Petty? This song can be interpreted in so many ways,

everything from he’s happy to be free from a woman he just broke up with, to the other extreme that he’s addicted to drugs and leaves her because she’s a good girl he doesn’t deserve. He has his freedom, but he feels like he’s free falling from a drug high to the ground. Sounds like a very scary thing, like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute. Hear it sung by John Mayer here. http://budurl.com/freefall (more…)

by Deb Garraway
September 16, 2010

The Love of My Life Ain’t A Hearts & Flowers Guy

The man of my dreams has swagger


Hm..Hm..Hm. Some of us sure love a rugged man.

You know, the kind of guy with a working man’s hands, doesn’t mind getting dirty, maybe a little on the wild side. Then there’s the guy who’s cool, intriguing with a bit of swagger about him; and don’t let me forget the unpredictable, untamed guy who marches to the beat of his own drum. Oh! And what about the strong, silent type that you love to watch working with a jack hammer or scaling a tall building. I’ve dated all of them. Hahaha!…Yeah, really.

The love of my life loves me & his tractor

I went a bit overboard with photo images in this post because I realized how many different types of men there are out there, and there’s no way I could have typecast all of them. Today I was thinking about all the great guys out there that a woman could call the love of my life. What I realized is that a lot of these ruggedly intriguing, swaggering men aren’t the hearts-and-flowers kind of guys. And that’s okay. (more…)

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