Bypass Surgery - What you learn about love under the knife

What women learn about themselves in relationships can be scary. There are the things that we’ve said like, “I’ll never do that”, or "no way in hell", but then you find your head between his legs lickin’ that magic stick like it’s your favorite Baskin Robbins Flavor. Chocolate-Vanilla-Swirl please. Calling all Backbones! Calling all Backbones! Could we just stand up for once, and stick to the, “No way” and “It will NEVER happen” thesis that rules our hormones. Of course not. As long as our heart rules our movements, we can’t make a rational decision.

A good male friend once said to me, “I met the lady who will be the last person I will EVER have sex with.” I looked at him and said, “of course she is” knowing all the time that it’s the heart muscle that gets in the way of logic. What I’ve learned about love is that you have to hold onto your heart. After all it is in your body, and you can’t give it away or you’ll cease to exist. They keep people who are brain dead alive forever – as long as that hearts pumping everything will be alright. So ask yourself if you want to be dependent on life support where your mind doesn’t function relinquishing all rights to your true inner feelings? And, does it matter if you give up your heart? – at least once for the bypass. But when you have to go in multiple times for the quadruple and sextdrupal and superdupal – you’re damaging your ruling muscle. And, you haven’t learned from the very first time around.

And what will happen when that person is no longer in your life – or drops your heart on the ground? Will you dry up like a raisin in the sun looking at that dropped or damaged heart on the ground, aching for relief? Well don’t fret - it can be repaired. But you have to experience heartache at least once to use this recipe. And, it’s very simple. Just erect a wall around your heart, a fortress, if you will – made of steel or concrete. Build an impenetrable wall that could only be taken out by a force measure. Now if that perfect man steps to you and chisels his way to the core of it, then he deserves to hold your heart in his hands.