EVERY BONNIE NEEDS A CLYDE and EVERY CLYDE NEEDS A BONNIE!!
Why do we love it? Is it because it’s a story of two wayward criminals who travel the country destroying things, causing mayhem and being menaces to society? Of course not. We know crime and we do not support it on any level. Actually I don’t know all of the in’s and out’s of their story. I do know they loved each other. So what is this love really about? Lets take a ride wild side and get to the good stuff.
I can come up with a billion reasons why we love a Bonnie and Clyde story. I want to share.
We love Bonnie and Clyde because we see PARTNERSHIP and TEAMWORK. We see REAL LOVE. We see COMMITMENT to their very last breath. We see TRUST. We see EXTREME PASSION. We see FEAR. We see ANGER and FRUSTRATION. We see a pair, a couple, a relationship that has been forced past the point of no return. Twelve miles past their last rest exit and no more gas stops for at least another 500 miles. There is no turning back. We are out here now and we have absolutely nothing to lose but everything to gain. No bags packed, no savings, no credit cards, and no pocket cash. We are just out here. They are slamming all the chips on the table and they are betting on each other!! It’s Bonnie and Clyde against the World!! If that ain’t sexy, I don’t know what is?
They take off in a blaze of Glory!! It’s hot!! The sun is hot, the open road is hot, the wind blowing is hot!! We see it and feel it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, smoking hot love making. Wait I added that. Don’t judge me, I see two people on the run. Both pictures make the wanted poster. There is a bounty on their head. The car is overheating, the air don’t work, their hearts are pounding, the Fuzz is giving chase, no where to run and no place to hide, they are thinking on the run, guns are blasting, death is immanent, and the only thing sure is the brief moments they share looking into each other’s eyes. We are all we have. Assurance in its purest form. That’s some hot, streamy, smoking hot stuff!!! (I should quit my day job). How else do you want this to play out? Let’s see? They were going the speed limit with seat belts on, a full tank of gas, driving a Geo Storm with the windows up and the air conditioner blowing? I think not. Back to the steamy, balmy heat!!
You wonder why Good girls like bad boys, leather, tattoos, speed, chains, breaking rules, and a wild ride!!!! My fingers can’t type this fast enough. If I’m going down in a hail of gunfire, let it be with someone who loves me!! What woman wants to go down with a crying sissy screaming for his momma and shaking more than her? If you gonna die, do it with a loud war cry of rage and not a begging whimper for mercy. I’d rather a full time ENEMY than a part time LOVE.
This is strange because As fast as I am typing this, you are reading. I can almost feel your heart rate increasing and why is your face so close to the screen? Let’s go on.
He drives through the night into the day, until they are almost out of gas and as he looks over to the passenger side. She is sleep sitting up, dozing in and out of consciousness, with the heater in her hand. I know she knows nothing about guns but she has been forced to be a fast learner. I won’t startle her because I don’t want her to jump and swing that thing in my direction. Her eyes are closed but her finger is on the trigger. He has a moment of guilt because beyond the school girl face, the sweaty white tee, the jeans, the boots, and the two loaded guns, he see her innocence. He wishes he could drop her back off at her folk’s house where life was safe but she wouldn’t stand for it nor would she stay. She’s crazy but she’s crazy for him!!
Let’s be clear, this story has nothing to do with Bonnie Elizabeth Parker or Clyde Chestnut Barrow. This is about the desire for Fire and Desire!!! I recognize that this ain’t good if you are stuck with a dude that won’t even ride you to Walgreens. Don’t read this with him in the room. You might smack him with a pillow while he is sleep. He would sell you out in a moments notice. Better choices baby, better choices. He won’t even pop your fireworks for your kids on the Fourth. It really goes both ways. If the police was giving chase and He had the clerk at gunpoint with two minutes to grab food from the grocery store, she would run out with a bag of flaming hots and a pickle. Better choices man, better choices!!
We love Bonnie and Clyde because we see PARTNERSHIP. We see LOVE. We see COMMITMENT to their very last breath. We see TRUST. We see EXTREME PASSION. We see FEAR. We see ANGER and FRUSTRATION. We see a pair, a couple, a relationship that has traveled well past the point of no return. Twelve miles past their last rest exit and no more gas stops for at least another 500 miles.
EVERY BONNIE NEEDS A CLYDE AND EVERY CLYDE NEEDS A BONNIE!!