Bachelor Engineered February 19, 2009
Posted by bookncurls in A Comment.Tags: Bachelor, love, romance
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You may see a couple posts from me in the next two days. I was itching to write after my cousin, Lindsay, filled me in on some details about the reality show “Bachelor”. It’s engineered. Not that I didn’t realize that before but I had no idea to what extent. Here are a few of my thoughts on love and romance after contemplating “Bachelor” realities.
1-If the guy thinks someone else is better for him, if you know you’re quality, stuff like that doesn’t matter in the long run.
2-A good fit is important to me. Marriage, at least in my oppinion is worth the sacrifices when he’s a good fit. Perfection isn’t my goal, satisfaction in a relationship and happiness potential matter to me. I don’t care exactly what he looks like or what he does as long as I feel like we generally fit.
3-Romance doesn’t replace reality. I dated a guy once who was super good at the romantic part. He just had this pet peave for people signing in public places. Did I mention that at the time I was a full time professional sign language interpreter? Passion is important but he can’t hate what you do.
4-Myth: Older girls are automatically desperate, picky, too focused on careers, etc. If you’re a guy and feel that way, you probably should be dating younger girls. I actually know a ton of cool guys that prefer dating older girls, though. An older girl knows who she is and has probably had a few reality checks. Who wouldn’t want that in long term committment?
Jerusalem: Romance April 8, 2009
Posted by bookncurls in A Comment, Middle East.Tags: Brigham Young University, BYU Jerusalem Center, Israeli, Jerusalem, Jews, romance
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Imagine the auditorium of Brigham Young University’s Jerusalem Center atop Mount Scopus or Jebel Attur. The lighting is soft. The floors and stage are of a light polished wood. Behind you rises a massive pipe organ. Before you is a wall of glass looking into the night at the ancient city of Jerusalem lighted. The gold tint of the Dome of the Rock, the churches, and synagogues rise above the walls. The holy mount on which it’s perched is dark.
Sunday nights on this stage various musicians perform a free concert. The music further mystifies the scene. BYU students could attend if there was room and I tried as often as possible to see the view. I was also intrigued by the Israelis that came. They seemed present, concious, educated, well dressed.
One night an Israeli couple sat a few rows in front of me. He loved her, from my vantage point at least. You could tell by the way he looked at and treated her. She loved him, too I believe, from the way she conversed softly with him. But beyond a beautiful love scene there was something about them that changed my perception on life. They didn’t seem to wear education or sophistication on their sleave but they were talking about interesting intelligent things. Jews as a people value learning and opinions. I decided I wanted that, too.
I watched the Israelis slowly leave the Center after the concert was over. Is it any wonder I fell in love with Jerusalem when it was falling in love with me? Or maybe that’s just what I think when the city is so beautiful not just on the outside but its love on the inside, too.
See other posts in the series:
Jerusalem: Snapshots
Cairo PIV: Reconciliation
Part III: “Cairo as an Arabic Student: Mosques and Trains”
Cairo Part II: “Cairo for the first time with an Argentine Flair”
Cairo Part I: “Pre-Cairo, My Aunty”
Damascus
Middle Eastern Cities Poll