"Small Fish" Episode 2: "The Grass Is Always Greener Effect"

Men and women alike tend to have the same theory when finding them self in a stagnant relationship: the grass is always greener on the other side. Can be this be a "mental defect" for modern day people on the tedious quest for love? Can people just learn to be content or has the rush of an American society reared our minds to think that "good just isn't good enough"? Are we that superficial or does "the grass is always greener" effect hold some truth to our hearts? While Jennie and McGyver explored the possibility of perfection in their cozy West Hollywood loft, a comic making a decent living on the Sunset Strip started wondering if his girlfriend was too "ordinary". This corky 32 year old was none other than Noel Minor and a good friend of Jennie's. Noel adored his girlfriend, Jillian. She was goal oriented, beautiful, and extremely structured; her downfall: a demeanor that was drier then the Sahara, jealousy that expanded beyond the horizon, and a sheltered outlook on life which made her conservative view point very rigid. With her few powerful good traits, Noel seemed to discount all the small irritants that peaked through whenever she lingered around him; however, was he straying? He loved her...but at times, genuinely hated her and wished he held a past love that seemed to slip too soon. Her name was Simone Barrett, also known as myself. Our relationship held to be quite a challenging one, but nonetheless, our partnership was sensual, affectionate, and an adventure of such a passionate magnitude. I loved him and I knew without a doubt he loved me (not to sound arrogant by any means). Why did it not work? Sometimes love can be shown in a heart wrenching way by letting go. Still to this day, I do not know if letting Noel venture on his own was the right decision in the end. After 4 years his number was still programmed into my phonebook, all the gifts he ever gave me laid around my apartment, and every moment spent together is still vividly rehashed every morning I wake up. So why is it when you do find "the one", you still need to find a way to convince yourself that something better lies ahead? When it is all set and done, "the grass is always greener" effect holds itself to be the catch-22 of no satisfaction.