by Teri Brooks

Created on: April 19, 2008

Caught me down like a killer shark
It's like a railroad running right through my heart
Jekyll and Hyde the way I behave
Feel like I'm running on an empty gauge - Rod Stewart

Driving in the fast lane with my heart at the wheel I'm traveling down "Highway Infatuation" headed for love. The tank is full, the engine is tuned and the radio is blasting sweet melodies of lust. The ride is different this time, for I am certain that I will meet my destination before I get lost or run out of gas. I drive with urgency, intensity and desire, for passion lies somewhere ahead.

Let's take this road to the town of "Mr. Jock-ville," he looks so good! Look at the abs on this one, phew. He looks so cute when he flexes like that and oh, gotta love those big strong legs. Hmm, Mr. Jock can't seem to hold a conversation for very long, maybe I should blow this town. Next...

If I take this road it leads to "Mr. Big Shot," he is the epitome of success, and his fast sports car shows this. Both economically powerful and socially successful he holds much that I desire in a man. Um, wait, it seems as though he values himself more than he values me. I should probably go now; this town wasn't much fun after all.

I'm on the road again and "Mr. Funny Guy" is the next town over, let's go there! He's so cute and look at the way he does that thing he does! He's light hearted and well intentioned, always smiling and laughing. It's too bad that he can't be serious here for a moment, while laughter is fun; I'm tiring of "goofyville," time to say bye-bye.

It's getting late and I'm a bit tired of driving, but the next exit is "Mr. Strong Silent Type." I love the way he always takes charge of issues and acts so decisively! He's rather shy and quiet yet very wise this one is. Wow, where is his "emotion" sleeve? Does he even have emotions? Oh, I see...real men don't show their emotions he tells me; it is a sign of weakness. This town is too cold for me; I think I'd better seek out a warmer climate.

This is a long highway; I wonder how long it stretches for? I pass a sign which tells me that the next town of "Mr. Nice Guy" is a hundred miles south. This town sounds so grand and I'm really looking forward to getting there. I'm exhausted from visiting the short lived passion palaces which line this highway. Oh no! I'm out of gas! Why didn't I visit him first? Well, I suppose walking there won't kill me. Some things are worth the effort, and some towns are worth walking a thousand miles for. Yet I think I shall get off "Infatuation Highway" and walk the back road. This highway may be fun to drive but I'm beginning to realize that it's not safe. Hang on "Mr. Nice Guy," I'm on my way; wait for me a little longer?

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