Have you ever wished that you had a map to someone’s heart? Or thought about giving a special person the map to yours? Take a few minutes. Think about it.
In My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle says, “…the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.” TCM delivered this timeless pearl to me the other night at way past my bedtime.
Eliza goes on to say in an Audrey Hepburn tone of voice, “I shall always be a common flower girl to Professor Higgins, because he always treats me like a common flower girl, and always will. But I know that I shall always be a lady to Colonel Pickering, because he always treats me like a lady, and always will.”
Map point. Treat me like a lady. Not just any lady. Your lady. Notice poachers and encroachers and steer them away from your lady, sans jealousy.
“The object of love is not getting what you want but doing something for the well-being of the one you love.” So says Gary Chapman in his bestseller, The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts.
This map point should come naturally. If it doesn’t, is it love?
Show me that I am special. My heart cannot be reached, nor breached without this. Check me out from across a crowded room. Walk over. Take my hand.
I’m not looking for a Siamese twin, but I do need to know that we’re together. Look out for me.
Say loving things. Be kind. Build me up. Be my cheering squad. You will have a fan for life.
Tell me. Why am I special to you? Is it the habit I have of straightening the house or making sure that the refrigerator is stocked with our favorite things? Tell me. Maybe it’s my dimple. My generosity. My mind.
Flowers say special. Lean across the neighbor’s fence and pick some poseys, a fistful of dandelions if that’s all you can find. We’ll laugh and I’ll know that you thought of me.
Shower me with attention. Celebrate my day of birth. I was born. Be happy. Show me. Tell me ‘Happy Birthday’ throughout the day. Contrive a surprise. Or something silly. Write a poem for me. A love song. A sonnet. Serenade me. Do this, and you’ll have my heart in no time.
There. That’s it. You have it. The map to my heart.
Simple, really:
• Treat me like a lady.
• Look after my well-being.
• Make me feel special.
• And make a Big To-Do out of my birthday.
Am I worth it? Heck yeah!
What does your map look like? Is it short and to the point, like mine? Or long and twisty, with steep turns and sheer sides?
~ Olivia J. Herrell
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Eliza goes on to say in an Audrey Hepburn tone of voice, “I shall always be a common flower girl to Professor Higgins, because he always treats me like a common flower girl, and always will. But I know that I shall always be a lady to Colonel Pickering, because he always treats me like a lady, and always will.”
Map point. Treat me like a lady. Not just any lady. Your lady. Notice poachers and encroachers and steer them away from your lady, sans jealousy.
“The object of love is not getting what you want but doing something for the well-being of the one you love.” So says Gary Chapman in his bestseller, The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts.
This map point should come naturally. If it doesn’t, is it love?
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I’m not looking for a Siamese twin, but I do need to know that we’re together. Look out for me.
Say loving things. Be kind. Build me up. Be my cheering squad. You will have a fan for life.
Tell me. Why am I special to you? Is it the habit I have of straightening the house or making sure that the refrigerator is stocked with our favorite things? Tell me. Maybe it’s my dimple. My generosity. My mind.
Flowers say special. Lean across the neighbor’s fence and pick some poseys, a fistful of dandelions if that’s all you can find. We’ll laugh and I’ll know that you thought of me.
The last map point on the journey to my heart is my birthday. This is the one day of the year I want to be treated like a Diva, capital D.
There. That’s it. You have it. The map to my heart.
Simple, really:
• Treat me like a lady.
• Look after my well-being.
• Make me feel special.
• And make a Big To-Do out of my birthday.
Am I worth it? Heck yeah!
What does your map look like? Is it short and to the point, like mine? Or long and twisty, with steep turns and sheer sides?
~ Olivia J. Herrell
12 comments:
Ah, lately my map has been looking like a warzone in Boznia. Hope your map is much better than that! Roland
Mine has no map. I just throw it out there and pray no one steps on it :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
That was lovely Olivia. You're such a romantic. And so simple. I'd love to see how you weave this is your writing.
Have a great weekend.
......dhole
A most lovely post Olivia, my map is "Lost" at the moment getting over jet lag has confused my days.
Have a great week-end.
Yvonne,
Great map. I think mine would say something like,
Be Proud of me and all I accomplish.
Be nice to me and not because you have to but because you want to.
Help me with the things I cannot do.
Don't try to change me.
Great post, Olivia. Thanks.
Roland, the older I get the more clear my map becomes. I hope that your wars end soon, my friend.
Jules, ain't it the truth!
Donna, I'm thinking you didn't mean dimwitted (simple). Though I could possibly be accused of that at times. :) I am a romantic. Which can be a hairy proposition at times.
I love your profile picture! You have a great weekend, too.
Yvonne, lovely jetlag! :) Hope your find your map soon.
Anne, yours are all great map points, too!
Thank you to everyone who stopped by. It has been challenging and near impossible for me to get to post for the last several weeks and even harder to get by your blogs. Still no wireless. By soon. Real soon.
Love to all, Olivia
Just look at me sometimes like I'm the only one in the room. Laugh at my jokes. Know I need my alone time and it's nothing against you. Treat my friends, especially my female friends like gold. And always give me that smile when you look over at me.
Well the last line is specific who I currently have on my mind, but you know what I mean.
Alex
Breakfast Every Hour
Such a lovely post! I enjoyed reading it.
Oh yes, Rebel woman, I loved this! You are all here, laying it out on the map (so to speak) for us. Loved, loved this post. ;)
Btw, I've never had a map. Still don't. I tend to throw darts and see where they land. Maybe it's time to get a map?!
Hey, great map! I've never thought of it before. I suppose mine would say something like be real and treat me with respect. Laughter is the best short cut and derision will get you booted out of the country!
Great post and has given me something to think about. My own map that is. I really enjoyed this. By the way, I asked the Vicar or Minister of the Cathedral (for you!) what the tree was that I used for the drawing of my dream. He said he thought it was a beech and that it probably pre-dated the Cathedral!
I love that 5 Love Languages book. I use it to layer my characters too! Its so helpful.
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