I am a hopeless romantic.
My great grandparents had a love that I can’t even put into words. They taught me what it looked like to love and be loved. Because of this, I refuse to settle for anything less than this love I grew up learning.
I believe in the Zsa Zsa Zsu
If you know me at all, you know how much I love Sex and the City. Carrie Bradshaw is my role model, spirit person, and my writing mogul. I aspire to have her creativity, killer closet, and my very own Mr. Big.
My love for love started with her, and now I aspire to write to you all like her: To address the relationship questions we’re all thinking, and unveil the love in our lives that we might be missing.
I’ve learned many lessons about relationships from watching the fabulous girls of New York figuring out all things men. My favorite is the importance of the zsa zsa zsu.
The Zsa Zsa Zsu, as Carrie describes, is the warm, butterflies, tingly feeling you get in your stomach when you know you’re with the right person. The Zsa Zsa Zsu leaves you speechless and scared and exhilarated all at the same time.
This spark is what fosters the 60, 70, and 80 year anniversaries. It creates a completely foreign, but still breathtaking feeling. The spark creates happiness, vulnerability, and wholesome comfort and content.
I crave a simple love. The kind that you just sit, drink coffee, and read the paper together. The kind of love that makes you feel completely immersed in the happiness of the little things. I crave a love that’s comfortable and kind and would bring anyone to tears. I crave an everlasting, great love.
The age old question though is: what makes a love great?
I believe with all of my heart, a love cannot be great without the zsa zsa zsu.
My friends and I recently sat and talked about this fairytale “spark” and whether or not we thought it is actually real. A few of my friends thought it was total bullshit, a few said that they had felt it, and the rest said they really weren’t sure. I believe in the spark and I believe that it holds a certain power that you can’t really put into words; therefore why the only way Carrie can describe it is with these made up words.
The spark is passion and vulnerability all wrapped into one. It tells you that this is a person you need to hold on to, and then makes you question whether or not you actually can.
I’ve had a lot of short-term relationships, but never a long term, which I feel I can attribute to this feeling. I’ve seen this to-die-for love, and settling for anything less than that seems like a waste of time. It’s not that I’ve never found a guy that I've genuinely enjoyed his company or wanted to get to know, but of all these guys I never felt I had a real and heartfelt connection with. If I have, they haven't felt the same.
I keep looking for the Zsa Zsa Zsu, because I know it’s out there. I know that true love and soul mates exist, but I also strongly believe that you may have more than one, and they only find you when the time is right. I’m looking for that person that will be in my corner, and I refuse to stop looking until I find him.
