A Red Wine Ramble


intuit

“Hell have no furry like a woman scorned”…truer words have never been said. A woman’s intuition, is it a 6th sense or myth? I can only attest to how I’ve felt in situations but I reflect my past mistakes and the current ones that are directing me to go in every direction. Should we trust or head or our heart?

Ladies we’ve all done it, over looked that lie, forgiven that mistake, and ignored all the negative signs that tell us to confront someone or move on. My most recent intuit feel is with myself and my choice in men. I try to date the nice guys…but there is just something about a confident, mysterious man that walks tall and knows what he wants. Is it my fault that all of these guys are douche bags and assholes? The nice guys walk lightly and the confident ones carry a big stick.

There is that one moment when you stare at one another and you know things are about to escalate to the next level. Our intuition tells us its natural, our heart screams more, and our brain says slow down. And then the morning comes and your brain says: “I told you so,” your heart says your in love, and your intuition tells you that you’ve fucked up. We know when that guy is cheating on us…it feels like someone is kicking you in your stomach. We know when someone is lying because we feel the bullshit and read the body language. We know its not love because there is nothing bring us back.

Why do we put our hearts through this?

“Unless its mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of time your time. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn’t be one of them.”

blakley

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