A chewed piece of gum stuck to a tire.

Ok, so I don't mind doing the same things over and over again. I admit it I'm not one for drastic change. I find something or someone I like and I stick with it. I feel like I'm spinning my tires some of the time but when you really think about it, why would you change something you like so much. It reminds me of all the extreme makeovers; you have a handsome husband, he's a normal guy and you're just fine with that. Your male co-workers however are a group of elite sex pots, oozing with self tanner, smelling of some pricey toilet spray, and there's enough grease holding that couif in place you could easly make breakfast off his head. The washboard stomach you wash your frilly undies on, and you try to mountain climb to the his shoulders and plant your flag, well or he could plant his flag I guess. However, you are content and hopelessly in love with you average height, average weight, sports loving, beer drinking hunk of a man. He notices one day as he's dropping off lunch to you and he also picked up a few carnations on the way to your office, that the men you work with are more like caged, untamed animals waiting to pounce on their meal. He watches your face as you look at the half dead pink carnations and open up the Bologna sandwich which took him twenty minutes to make, does he see absolute surprise? Maybe he sees disbelief or maybe he doesn't see anything at all except, bulky sweaty men massaging your shoulders. He decides it's time to get a makeover. He plans a whole day away from you and gets his hair cut and highlights, he gets his eyebrows waxed, and a prince Albert hoping to put some spice on his wonder rod. He buys a suit and some pricey after shave. There's no more scruff on his face that would tickle you neck when you would hug and he's leaving a cologne scent on you after you kiss. You notice his lips are more soft than yours and his cuticles are immaculant. This isn't your husband, it's a clone of the caramel colored, cigar smelling, monkeys you work with everyday. Why am I fine without change? Change ruins everything. If I wasn't that tired old piece of chewed gum on the tire of the shiny new Mustang, I'd be stuck to the ground watching everything pass me by. That tire has taken me to many places, its showed me things I haven't seen before, it's my only companion. When you have a friend like that, you get so used to hearing their voice every day, seeing there face every hour, feeling them touch you every minute. Why change when things are so grand? What would possess someone to walk away from the only thing they have known. My suggestion to you is to stick to your tire, or else you may end up with a flat, blad tire that can not take you anywhere. You may end up like me wishing that things were the same everyday, having that security of knowing that your guy or girl is great not because of the way he looks but because of the way he loves. Love makes everything look and feel better. Without love it's dark, it's like I'm trying to climb out of the hole, I can see the light but my fingers keep slipping. Why don't I give up? When you have had something that strong affect your life you never want it to leave. You know who you are. You know where I am. Nothings changed.