Faded Beauty Queens

Something that's been in my thoughts recently is the way that people can (perhaps frequently) fall in love with an idea. And I don't mean that in the sense of an advertiser falling in love with a concept for a campaign, or a Boston kid falling in love with the idea of one day playing for the Red Sox. I mean real life, amorous, arrow-through-the-heart lovestruck.

It's been my misfortune to spectate at close quarters on one particularly disastrous instance of this. It's tragically amazing really. Before I proceed, let me make myself clear. I'm talking about a woman falling for a charming man who seems chivalrous, funny, faithful and dreamlike, when in reality he's a cowardly sleazebag. But only after too long a period of time does this fact hit home, usually quite suddenly and forcefully. This is the point where the illusion shatters, and her preconception of this man dies. The sad truth is that he was never the man that she saw.

It makes the saying "love is blind" understandable.

I guess the moral of the story is look before you leap, to utilise a second catchprase in two sentences.

"Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah."

- Psalm 4v4