Marrying A Cowboy(4)By: Tyra Brown
“I know you do. And I can see that you might have misinterpreted my words. Trust me, I meant no harm by them. What I’m saying is that you write and sing about falling in love and romance but you have none of that in your life. Doesn’t that strike you as a bit odd?”
Monica had never thought about the contrast between how passionate she could be when singing about love and how much she ran from any sort of romantic entanglements in her personal life.
“It is kind of weird. But this is just where I'm at right now. Once my career really starts to take off, I’m sure that I will have time for love and romance. At the moment the time just isn’t right.”
Danielle shook her head and gave her friend a tight-lipped smile. “But that’s not how this whole love and romance thing works, I’m afraid. So many women say exactly what you’re saying and then they wonder how they’re still single when they turn forty. And then they wonder where all the good, successful men have gone. You’re in the prime of your life right now. This is when you have the best chance of finding a man. But you’ve got to open your eyes. And your heart.”
Monica wasn’t used to hearing her friend talk like this. Danielle was usually closed off when it came to the subject of love. She wondered where all this concern with her love life was coming from. “Is there a new man in your life or something? You really seem to have love and romance of the brain today. Or maybe you’ve been reading harlequin romances during your daily commute.”
Danielle blushed and covered her mouth. She took another sip of the sake before she responded to the question. “No, unfortunately there’s no new love interest in my life. And there hasn’t been in a long time. Maybe not as long as it’s been for you, but it’s still been too long. And maybe I’ve been reading a few too many romance stories lately. But I can’t help it. I love all the passion and drama. I love when the power of a man’s love just completely overpowers a woman and forces her to submit.”
“Submit? You enjoy reading about strong women submitting to the men in their lives? I would never have figured that.”
“Of course, I do,” Danielle said. “It’s so damn erotic. I spend all the day being in charge and telling people what to do. When I come home at the end of the day, there’s nothing I would like more than to submit to a strong man. There’s nothing I would like more than to come home to someone who was willing to take charge and allow me to play a more passive feminine role.”
If she didn’t know any better, Monica would have thought that her friend was just leading her on but it was clear from the look in her eyes that she was quite serious. That forced her to consider her own real desires when it came to male-female relationships.
“Where do you find that kind of guy?” Monica asked.
Danielle sighed deeply and looked away. Her eyes drifted towards the window that looked out onto the street.
“You would think that you would be able to find one out there. Or somewhere in this damn city. There are so many eligible men. So many successful eligible men. But it’s still so hard to find one that can really make you feel like a woman. Maybe you have to go to another part of the country to find men who are capable of making women feel that way.”
“Another part of the country?” Monica said. At this point she was really talking out loud as opposed to responding to her friend’s question. She had never really thought about it like that. Maybe moving to another part of the country for a few months would be just what she needed to rekindle her love life. But something about that thought seemed too good to be true.
“You’re not going to ask me if you can come to Denver with me are you?” Monica asked, teasing her friend.
“I wish I had that sort of opportunity. But my career demands that I stay right here in this city. I just feel like I could find someone who was realer or more authentic if I headed out to a more rural place. Remember those summers that we spent down south in North Carolina?”
Monica nodded. She still had very fond memories of those few months of the year when the girls would spend time with various family members.