What is it about palm trees, sunsets, spontaneity, or simply being out of your everyday 9-5 routine that makes us fall for the fantasy? I swear you could take 2 very unlikely strangers from their everyday routines and put them on a mountain top overlooking a beautiful sunset and they'd probably, by the end of the day, fall in love (or think they're in love). It's like going on vacation or meeting someone that's on vacation; you show them the sights, grab dinner at your favorite place, a spontaneous kiss in the park and by night fall you've found your glass slipper.
Are we preprogrammed to detect certain activities as part of our Yellow Brick Road towards "The One?" What is it about sharing a crazy weekend with someone that makes us fall? I guess as long as we continuously remind ourselves that it’s all part the fantasy and unfortunately not part of the reality, we won’t end up so shocked at the end of the day when we kiss the frog and he doesn’t turn into the Prince...after all he’s just a frog.
