Here's to Happy Women...

S o, you’r e in a relationship and heading ou t for a long weekend with your partner. The weekend promises to be great fun. You’re looking forward to getting away and enjoying a few nice meals, perhaps some dancing or listening to some live music, sleeping in, and some lazy days by the pool with some refreshing libations. It’s a change of scenery you’re after…and some romance and relaxation. You get to your destination, check into the hotel, and whack…you are hit in the head with those interesting, yet predictable, expectations the moment the door to your room opens and your partner spies the bed. Perhaps you have the notion. Either way, my point is that the word “hotel” or the hint of the word “hotel” can be a powerful aphrodisiac. Let me digress, cool off and explain where I’m going with this article. Bare with me please…and yes, the bad pun’s intended. A few months ago, I read a silly article about the name “Fred.” I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember that

W hy is it that the grass always seems to be greener on the other side of the fence? Maybe it is and maybe it’s just an illusion—an oasis that will disappear the moment you stake your claim. You buy a new car, and then a few months later another car comes along that you think you might like better. Instead of enjoying your new car smell, you just can’t wait for the lease to end. Eventually you get the car you lusted after (note: the word "car" is exchangeable here). You drive the car a few miles—maybe on a weekender road trip—and it’s not at all what you expected. In fact, it’s not even as good as your last car. You know...the one you never appreciated until it (or he/or she) was gone. Maybe you long for what you don’t have simply because you don’t have it. Perhaps a friend’s new relationship seems more attractive than your current relationship. It’s always the same, and we’ ve all been there—even if we won’t admit it. Married folk envy the singles—thinking they have