Take a hike.
Seriously, go to nature with a beautiful woman and you can't help but fall in love. This was the way we were designed. Beautiful vistas, fresh air, endorphins and the natural benefits of silence. This is the climate for love.
Boy meets girl. Boy loves girl. Girl says "better to just to be friends". Mission: Romance Trials, tribulations and spectacular failures - real life as I know it.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Second Time, She's Fine
It was at a party. A strange surprise. I didn't expect to see her and I didn't expect to want to see her. However, the good ting about wine is that sometimes it distills down all the distractions and makes everything clearer. All of a sudden I thought, hey wait, who is this girl? Why all of a sudden do I want to be wherever she may be? Questions for now.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
First Sight - All Right
Okay, so really, how did it all start? First a quick meeting at a party with friends. I thought, what a wonderful girl. She's kind, soft spoken, interesting. Hmmm. I wonder if I will ever see her again?
Friday, January 21, 2011
The target
The target: beautiful, intelligent, calm, quiet, strong and independent. Our protagonist has a challenge. Not only would be she be attractive to pretty much any heterosexual on the planet, but she is also reserved, quiet and not interested in engaging in a romantic relationship. She has it all, but doesn't want to share.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Our protagonist
Our protagonist: 31 year old male; middle-income, university educated, hard-working, intelligent, funny (to a point), slim, of average looks and neither tall nor short. He's fit but not gifted at sport. He's funny but doesn't tell jokes. He's confident but doesn't attract attention. He's the guy who has to work hard not to blend in.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The beginning
Love. This is how it all began. Somehow, without my knowing, from one moment to the next she went from being a cute girl to the wallpaper of my mind. I close my eyes and she's smiling back at me. She shows up at meetings at work, floating by as high-power men in suits talk about serious subjects. My thoughts are now under foreign control, my productivity a thing of the past. I'm totally irrational. The symptoms are known, the diagnosis is clear. Love is in the air; I've caught it.
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