Love does strange things to the mind. It provokes insane highs, crazed fantasies and reality-defying leaps of faith in hope of capturing its ephemeral emotional (and chemical) substance...but rarely do we take time to truly appreciate the ones we truly care about beyond the cheesy and cliché offerings of flowers, jewelry, dinner, and candy. How many of us truly appreciate our lovers during all days of the year? All of the intricacies? The flaws? Their eyes, their smile? The way they breathe in their sleep? The way they tie their shoes, the manner in which the moonlight reflects off of their body...the small moments of life that make the journey pleasurable.
On this day, I am choosing to hold back on all the gifts and the overpriced flowers and reflect upon the Geography of a Woman:
Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful.
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain, very hot, elegant, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece, temperate in demeanor, gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all-conquering past.
Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel, has been through war and doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving but open to meeting new people.
After 70, she becomes Egypt, wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.
"All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women"