I’ve been slacking on the crazy single life part of my agreement. The truth is, my life hasn’t been all that crazy or single.
It all started back in August, which was when I met Linda. We were just two randomly placed souls on a commuter train sitting next to each other. Her looks were stunning. I don’t normally talk to the people I sit next to on a train, but she had with her so many things that invited conversation. For one, she had two baby chicks. Who brings live baby animals on a train? Another is she was using an mp3 player that I had just bought for my dad. Not the ones that Apple makes, but an obscure brand. “What are the chances?” I thought. More »
Love, as I’ve seen, comes in many different shapes and sizes. Perhaps not knowing Mrs. Right’s appearance is why she has eluded me so. Yet I know she’s out there by the effects she has on me. She is the melody I whistle when I’m happy; the last image in my head as I fade to sleep; the first thought as I slowly wake each day. More »
I hear this quote quite often, “It’s better to love and lost then to never love at all.” That phrase and I do not see eye to eye. While the highs of love bring great elation, the breakups bring indescribable pain far greater than any mortal wound. I am desperately afraid of being heartbroken, but I fear even more the thought of growing old alone. My life would be empty without having a family. I yearn to be a father, though I often wonder if I can be a good one. I was raised by an amazingly loving and supportive family. Because of that, I’m not afraid of commitment. I seek it out. More »