Hero
Jesus Christ, Superman, Barak Obama...I could go on and on with a list of potential heroes. Heck there's even an NBC show about 'em...catchy promos too! This morning in cycling, I was excited to say the least when I heard Bonnie Tyler's "Hero". Great song to pump peddles and really work up a sweat. Then I got to listening.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Ok...well first I thought she was singing "He's gotta be fresh from the vine".
Either way...I'm like who's she kidding? Strong, fast, fresh from the fight? Who is she Maria from West Side Story? Sure, soon, larger than life?
I think I'm too distracted with the job hunt to be on the man hunt...but seriously kids...is there such thing as a perfect man (or woman)? Of course not. I've come to think you settle...no matter what...and you just have to find someone who meets most of what you're looking for in a significant other.
So who are my heroes? Arthur Ashe, Helen Keller, and anyone else who's brave in the face of adversity.
posted by "W" @ 8:47 PM
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It's adjusting to people's differences that determine your compatibility. You shouldn't try to prevent me from ever eating pizza because you don't like it. And I won't force you to eat pizza even though I do. I'll just eat it when we're not dining together, or I'll get a personal pizza and you can order spaghetti.
It's called give and take.
Although I do believe that some people fit a heckuva lot better than others.
Although a big muscley guy in tights can be fun too.
I think you're right about having to settle. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go accept that offer of marriage from the one eyed, crack addict down on Main Street. You know -- the one that screams at you if you get stuck at a red light in front of his Amana radar range box and throws empty wine bottles at you until the light goes green? Yeah, that one...
I think once he's deloused, detox-ed, and back on his meds, I'm gonna be one helluva lucky man.
I'd say I was damn near the perfect woman...but in your case, anyway, what would be the point? lol ;o)
Seriously...I expect that most people do settle in some way or another.
After all, I gave up on holding out for the well-mannered, fashionably-but-not-metrosexually-well-groomed, independently wealthy gorgeous hunk of manhood that I was sure would be my final destiny.
But, hey, at least I have Lover, right?
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