Who Shot Cupid

Talking to a buddy of mine about love and life, he accused me of being unromantic. Mainly, because I mocked him for considering an idea of moving to another state for a girl whom he has just met, and I use the word met loosely. He met this girl last weekend and they briefly spoke and now he has thoughts of holidays and white picket fences with this girl. All I said was clam down, you don’t even know her. That is when he called me unromantic.

I tried to explain I was romantic and gave him some example of relationships past that I did some romantic things, but I have a feeling they may not deem love worthy to him. But he did bring up a good question, is romance dead? Do we, guys, romance the ladies anymore?

It seems in a time of equal rights and women lib, it is hard for the man to walk up to a lady in a bar without the fear of a nasty rejection or a drink in the face. So I ask you, men of the world, is Cupid dead, where are the arrows of love and how can I get hit by one?

Being single sucks, yea I said it, it sucks. Granted it has it moments of fun and pleasure, but when you get down to it, I would like to find me a girl who I can start a long term something with and end up hearing those bells of marriage. I just hope when I get married it will turn out a whole lot better than some folks.

Here in the DC area we have Comcast cable and on the digital package you can use your OnDemand feature to even date via your cable. You can pick your age category and the watch women or men, which ever you like talk about themselves, almost like a sales pitch. I guess Comcast has a singles party every year and tapes the people who show up. I looked at the women in the 30-40 yr old category. After looking at all of them, ‘bout 15 women, none would I have approached at a bar. One lady said this was her 3rd year at this even and she still had not dated. I wondered why. Maybe because she looked like a troll and could have used trip to the dentist. I was embarrassed for these people, knowing they were at the bottom of the barrel and no one was looking there. But then again, I did have to give them credit; they were putting themselves out there looking for Mr. / Mrs. Right.

So am I romantic and do I have passion, well I like to think so. I would like to also find someone and let them be the judge of it. Until then, I guess I will have to get my passion from Starbucks and enjoy their passion tea and make it a Grande!

Peace,
DeMo