So apparently I'm the Metaphor Queen.

Its May. Its May and its snowing. What the hell? What would possess anyone to live here? What were the first settlers thinking when they moved out here? Were they stoned? Were they just retarded? Hmmmm.....lets travel by foot 3000 k's west of where we landed by the Great Lakes and then take a right and head 500 k's north. Nothing beats 7 months of winter, no trees and no major lakes to speak of. Which brings me back to the question "what would possess anyone to live here?" Its not like I was born here, I willingly chose to live here, and why? A man.

Now without a doubt I had the best mother ever, but if there was one thing she was misled on it was her perspective onthe role of women and men. In her mind a woman's primary goal in life should be to find herself a suitable husband. Well, with time, experience and 2 daughters of my own to consider I've come to the realization that men serve a purpose and shouldn't BE a purpose. Okay, maybe thats harsh, there's got to be a middle ground, but if I HAD to pick an extreme that would be it. Life should be like a fine meal, one that you've selected and considered and worked to perfection. Taking the time to make it just exactly how you'd like it and adding a man to your life should be like adding a fine wine to your meal. Just the right complement. It might take a few tries to find just the right wine and even if you don't find the PERFECT one (after all there are a lot to choose from) the meal is still exactly what you wanted and can stand alone if it has to. I don't think this is just how a woman should feel, but a man too. I don't want to be the woman that has to hold a man's life together and keep it balanced. I want him to know what he wants and I'm there to enrich it. Needy isn't sexy. I guess I sort of knew that all along since I always dumped the needy ones. In the end I found one who's a little extreme the other way, but this is a Sagittarius talking, there's no such thing as too independent - until it comes to shoveling snow.