i made myself my first batch of kool aid in a long time the other night because i was parched. and i drank it. literally and proverbially. hell, i have been drinking it for years. the romantic kool aid more or less. most people know that i am a sucker for the chick flicks. i fall for that sappy, “i can hit you with the perfect one liner and we will fall madly in love and walk all around town stealing kisses in between mad passionate love scenes where no one sees any of our naughty bits.” unless of course it is one of those where you slip a nipple…
“you complete me.”
“i can’t breath without you.”
“you make me want to be a better man.”
“how about dinner and a movie for as long as we both shall live?”
“i want to be on you.”
all classics that someone fell for in the celluloid world. but let’s be realistic. shall we? we owe that kind of honesty to ourselves. all of the tom hanks and meg ryan collaborations in the world aren’t going to make love more attainable (MAYBE joe versus the volcano..).

so when do you say when? or to stick with the movie theme and paraphrase “the mexican,” “when do you get to that point of enough is enough?” brad said never. good answer.

disclaimer: the following opinion, while VERY cynical is not ALWAYS the viewpoint of the writer.

but every once in awhile you have to take a step back and look at what has become of love in our society. its a product. no, not in the “love is a product of us having mutual respect, understanding and a desire for each other” sort of way.

i mean, in our society, you can chase love for $32.95 a month. and you can chase it indefinitely. hell, i have been off and on freaking match.com for about ten years now. it started as sort of a gag, but then when i relocated to a city where i didn’t know a soul, let alone have the stones to venture out in the pursuit of love, i took it a little more seriously. just a little though.

all the commercials, the tv shows, the movies, they all want you to pair off and get married. its a multi-billion dollar industry, this love. you know that the tradition of giving an engagement ring was the marketing genius of the people at debeers? yeah, before that it was tying a string around that finger or something…

and with a market flooded with professional writers, marketing analysts, and the like, it has taken away the purity of the original thought. the authenticity is gone.

that amazing way that your grandparents just happened to meet each other, he said something quippy, she smiled and fell smitten? yeah, that is called a “meet cute.” there is a script writer that has a book filled with them. and every single woman out there today has that in mind when you approach her in a bar/at church/in the grocery line. if past boyfriends haven’t already, the love-media frenzy has already cast the shadow of doubt upon her heart in regards to you being the guy that she could fall in love with after both grabbing for the last bag of cool ranch doritos.

but then it all comes down to that other four letter word… HOPE. this is what those marketing people are banking on. our hope for that someone.

tall, dark and hadsome? well, i am tall.
knight in shining armor? armor is too heavy, especially if my junk is going to be slamming around in a saddle.
how about i just say “hi” and we can go from there…?