No,
Mr. Bad Boy, I Need a Real Man
What is the type of man
I like to read about or watch in movies?
That may be getting me into trouble in real life, since a fictional man is
way different from a realistic prince charming. I know that sounds like an
oxymoron.
I like a man who is in
some ways the stereotypical dude. He’s
able to fix things and get them running—whether we are talking mechanics,
electronics, or me. He can take charge
and outsmart anyone in his wake. There’s
an air of confidence that is right at the brink of arrogance. He likes wearing a power suit and has the wit
to go with it. Anything that is said, he
can turn it around to his advantage. He
is fascinated with thinking about life and living in the fast lane. Maybe he has a motorcycle or a twin engine
plane; he lives a bit on the edge and wants to take me with him. His day job may even be something dangerous
like a high ranking military intelligence job.
Under that rough exterior is a teddy bear that wants to cuddle with me
and make dinner—the order doesn’t really matter.
Then, there’s the
unattainable guy with the wall around his heart—you know, like James Bond. If you get to hook up with him, it means you
are something. Problem is, you’re the
something of the moment. He’ll leave you
after the mission and you’ll be in the hotel hugging the pillow. But the adrenaline high and the intensity of
the attraction have you convinced that maybe you’ll be “the one.” Another dangerous species of male (that I’m
not the only one who thinks about) is the sexy vampire—sparkly or
otherwise. If he wants to make you his
life partner—for eternity—that’s gotta be something special, right? The only thing is, if he changes his mind, or
you do, you’re technically one of the walking dead. It makes Match.com more of a challenge.
Okay, so let’s snap out
of that flirtation with the man who doesn’t promise a real happily ever
after. I’ve learned in real life that
the “bad boy” can never be tamed. I
think there’s something inside many women that tells us that our innocence and
pure love can tame the beast. It’s all a
myth. If you’ve been down that road, you
know what I’m talking about. He can
never be tamed. He just moves on to
other prey. It’s really all about
him—not you.
By contrast, the poetic sensitive type is another of my fixations. He doesn’t like sports. He might even seem a little effeminate, but that doesn’t matter because he’s in touch with his feelings and writes poetry in my honor. The problem is he’s lost in the clouds and has little idea how to function in the real world where we have to pay bills and such. It’s a trade off.
So, what do I want in this three dimensional world? A man somewhere in the middle. He’s has a sense of himself, but is sensitive enough to listen to my feelings and treat me like a woman. I can hold my own, but I want the courtesy and sweet nothings whispered in my ear. There’s a harmony somewhere there, built on practical things like communication and common goals. It wouldn’t hurt if he were also hot.
By contrast, the poetic sensitive type is another of my fixations. He doesn’t like sports. He might even seem a little effeminate, but that doesn’t matter because he’s in touch with his feelings and writes poetry in my honor. The problem is he’s lost in the clouds and has little idea how to function in the real world where we have to pay bills and such. It’s a trade off.
Okay, so I like to
reflect upon a variety of men, especially if I can envision their strong arms
and commanding presence. And the beauty
of reading or going to the movies is that we can imagine many scenarios without
having to face any consequences. Either
the ending is unrealistic and we enjoy reading the “fiction,” or it is a
believable unhappy ending that leaves us sad, but we have to admit that’s the
way it would play out in real time.
So, what do I want in this three dimensional world? A man somewhere in the middle. He’s has a sense of himself, but is sensitive enough to listen to my feelings and treat me like a woman. I can hold my own, but I want the courtesy and sweet nothings whispered in my ear. There’s a harmony somewhere there, built on practical things like communication and common goals. It wouldn’t hurt if he were also hot.
Theresa Braun was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and has carried some of that
hardiness with her to South Florida where she currently resides. An English
teacher and adjunct college professor for over thirteen years, she continues to
share her enthusiasm for literary arts with her students. She earned a Master's
in English literature with a thesis on Shakespeare's Twelfth Night.
In her spare time, she enjoys delving into her own creative
writing, painting, photography and even ghost hunting. Spending time with her
family and traveling as often possible are two of her passions. In fact, her
world meanderings are often backdrops for her work. Striving to make the world
a better place is something dear to her heart.
"Groom and Doom: A Greek Love Story" is her first novel.
She is already working on her next work, which will be a tragic love story set
in Renaissance England and will be part of a series.
Groom and
Doom: A Greek Love Story gives a realistic portrayal of a day that ends up less
like the fairytale so many girls dream of and more like a roller coaster ride
without the brakes. Angela must listen to her heart when a tarot card reading
before the wedding in Crete casts a ray of doubt on her happily-ever-after. She
resolves to let her relationship and her destiny take flight.
And the family drama ensues. Soon after the bride and groom arrive in Greece, they are tormented mentally and emotionally by the groom’s father, Georgius. Tensions rise and Angela’s body reacts to the stress, all while she begins to realize she has absolutely no control over anything related to the ceremony.
She and Stavros finally escape to Venice for their romantic honeymoon where she is haunted by ridiculous sightings of Georgius, her mind warped by the wedding’s trauma. Angela prays the honeymoon will still be magical enough to keep them together.
Love is war, one that is complicated by a host of human flaws. The newlyweds duck for cover from an obstinate father-in-law lighting the fuse, as they struggle to avoid their relationship’s complete annihilation.
And the family drama ensues. Soon after the bride and groom arrive in Greece, they are tormented mentally and emotionally by the groom’s father, Georgius. Tensions rise and Angela’s body reacts to the stress, all while she begins to realize she has absolutely no control over anything related to the ceremony.
She and Stavros finally escape to Venice for their romantic honeymoon where she is haunted by ridiculous sightings of Georgius, her mind warped by the wedding’s trauma. Angela prays the honeymoon will still be magical enough to keep them together.
Love is war, one that is complicated by a host of human flaws. The newlyweds duck for cover from an obstinate father-in-law lighting the fuse, as they struggle to avoid their relationship’s complete annihilation.
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