Eros-sistable

I'm what you would call a romantic realist when it comes to relationships. What does this mean exactly? Quite frankly, when I first thought up the term, I didn't really know, I just thought that it was an interesting sounding description. It wasn't until much later that I began to flesh the term out a bit. Rather than go by the exact definition as per literature and art, I have given it my own spin to be used when only dealing about affairs with the fairer sex.

What is explained here with most likely be elaborated upon in more specific posts.

Here's a prime example of what I mean: many starry eyed dreamers live their lives with the assumption that there is someone out there for everyone, a predetermined soulmate and you shall be thrust together by the hands of fate. It's a nice thought, really it is, but it just doesn't hold water. For one thing, if this were true, then there would be an exact one to one ratio of men to women. Although it's close, it's not quite close enough, leaving some poor schlubs with no one but themselves, so what do you say to them, "Sorry, I guess fate just doesn't think that you're worth loving." And this doesn't even include the gay and lesbian populations who suck up more of both teams.

It's not that I think the search for love is pointless. If you're lucky, you'll find somebody with whom you feel some special connection that only the two of you share. Then, if you're really lucky, you might feel a switch go off that makes you feel like this one is worth hanging onto. It's a gut reaction, you can't explain it, you can't reason with it. You can't logically justify love. I see people who do this and it drives me up a wall. You can't really say "I love him for this reason and this reason and this reason..." It doesn't work that way. Practicality comes into play when discussing, say, moving in together or something like that, but not in explaining why you feel a certain way about somebody. If I'm rejected by a woman, the only excuses I'll really accept are "I just don't feel the same way about you," and "I'm married." Girls who reason their way out of it are only shilling bullshit in an effort to spare one or both of our egos. Save it. I'm a big boy, I can handle a little rejection.

You have to work at love. You can't just sit around and expect Mr./Miss Right to fall into your lap. Get out there and play the game. A lot of frogs have to get kissed, and if one does happen to turn into a prince for you, then I wish you well in your happy future together, at least it might work out, nothing is really certain. A prince one day might turn out to be a frog in disguise. Just work at it and don't give up. And if it doesn't work out, don't think that you've lost your one shot at love with an amazing guy...give me a call!

Up next: My perfect woman.