T-Swizzle

Yeah, I know.

Taylor Swift.

This is not going to be one of those creepy "she's the cutest thing ever" kinda things, or a rant against her Grammy's duet w Stevie Nicks (which was pretty bad) . . .

I blame Poreotics.

Go ahead - youtube "poreotics love story" and watch any of the videos w/o the judges comments (or with, if you're into that). Catchy, no? Got the song stuck in my head. And I like it now.

While some of the more cynical in this world may have written off fairy tales as wishful thinking at best and downright harmful at worst, I tend to think they reflect deep seated desires in both men and women. This kind of thinking doesn't originate with me, but that doesn't make it not true. It takes far too much energy for me to remain coldly detached and distant from my heart, and it's a slow kind of death. It is a Miss Havisham execution of a wounded heart.

So while it would perhaps be less risky to give up on romance altogether, that thought has never really crossed my mind. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all. Understanding romance in a healthier way? No brainer. Saying a proverbial good bye to love? Never.

Granted, I may seem foolish for thinking that I am / will be / have been involved in an epic love story that unfolds a little more each day, but oh well.

Oh, and the title? While you're at youtube ( I will be hurt if you do not go), check out her collaboration with T Pain.