It’s Friday night and romance is in the air at Chez something I can’t pronounce restaurant. It’s me, an Amaretto rocks, a barely flickering votive and my part-time lover, my computer, that I affectionately call Big MAC. Poetically, ironically, perfectly, I’m the only one as far as I can tell other than the employees (although the hostess and the manager are not shy about the fact they have some “side business” going on) not on a date tonight. As I sip my drink, I survey the scene and relish in the fact despite all of the differences among all of the people, amidst every couple in the restaurant tonight, there is one beautiful, honorable common denominator between them all. Each couple, be it those on a first date tonight, or those on a one-millionth who aren’t even counting anymore, at first meeting, each took a chance on one another. Two individuals, two total strangers, decided to take a chance, decided to roll the dice and unite for a moment in a time, just to see what would happen. And when you strip all of the rules and guides to dating away, at its bare essentials, that’s the only way love can ever be arrived at. There is no grand invitation. No acceptance guarantee. No big, “this is it” sign. Before all of the games (which I do not condone) are played, the hardships happen, the milestones are reached, there is just a pure interaction of two people wanting to share a moment and see what would happen.
All of a sudden, my phone begins to vibrate and the rocks in my glass rattle signaling that one, I need another drink, and two I have a txt msg. The txt from a girlfriends reads: "Feeling fat. Canceled my date tonight. Wanna grab a cupcake?"
I order a double from my cute waiter and delete the txt.
Life is too short to deny ourselves the potential pleasure of meeting someone new. Of taking a chance on a chance encounter. With a world so crazy and so out of control, isn’t it nice to know that while we may not be able to control our fate, we can control our faith? We can still have faith in the magic of the spark… and right now, I’m bearing witness to the fact that the spark is igniting all around. Far as I’m concerned, this warm fuzzy feeling sure beats a late-night cupcake.
Live and love largely, Tristan
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Waiting in line for a latte can be the ideal time to return a call or beat the next level of Brickbreaker and the idea of flying on a plane iPod-less sounds so 2001, but putting yourself in a technological bubble makes it hard for potential mandidates to break through to you. Buds in your ears or your pretty little face buried in a PDA not only makes it difficult for a guy to penetrate your tech zone, as purposefully or not, you are putting up a “do not disturb” sign. In a world filled with tech-obsessed busy bodies, being the antithesis to this is a refreshing sight to see, and a subtle invitation to guys. So the next time you’ve got some idle time, where sure, you could pound through a dozen emails, text your BFFs or get lost in your favorite new download, consider instead disconnecting from your techie gadgets and open up to connecting with a human hottie. I guarantee pushing a boys buttons will be more fun!
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Sunday, 14 February 2010