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"Theodora - Wonderful message, an excellent analogy, and thoughtful insight... Prior to opening your article, I was sitting this morning thinking about the foolishness of youth; mine, my friends, my children, the youth of today and tomorrow and realized surviving is a reward, it seems just too obvious to say, yet we just don't understand how wonderful it is until the tidal wave washes away and we are on the beach again, that although the beach is forever changed... it is still the beach and we are on it. Everyone faces a tidal wave." - Anonymous

Curves that drive men mad!

There are curves, and then...there are curves! The smooth, supple curve of a women's breast and the outline of her hips and waist. The curve of a tree lined road on a autumn afternoon as you speed down in a Maserati Quarttroporte. Those are comfort curves that men love to experience as often as possible. But, the curves I am writing about this afternoon are of a completely different nature.

These are the curves men try to avoid at all costs. The curves that relationships steer into when things aren't going soothly with the women they are with. As you're rounding the corner you feel the car slipping. Knowing the turn is coming up too fast, you fear running off the road, and smashing into the oak tree that's going to leave it's mark on your Maserati.

Curves can not be avoided. Uncomfortable maneuvers we all try getting around without injury are unavoidable. That is why so many of us avoid relationships, and why so many more of us go in wearing our crash helmets. Those of us who chose loneliness rather then experience another painful disappointment lose out on love's journey along the way. Those of us who dare to believe in the unlikable, a fun loving, lasting relationship try hard to assure we drive ever so slowly hoping one day we can remove our helmets.

There will always be those curves that make life worth living and sometimes dieing for. If we live with passion and thrust our delicate hearts into the wind, we may have to reel it back in half eaten. But...we may also be fortunate enough to have it land on a soft and loving lap that soaks in all of it's beauty and returns our hearts cradled in their arms.

I wish all of us the latter.

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