For awhile I've felt nihilistic towards romance. I looked down on breeders, particularly whenever caught in heavy traffic. The drive to reproduce was nature's snare to ensure our mindless servitude to her purposes. I resisted and enjoyed an ascetic's sense of self-righteousness. I didn't have to resist very hard though, for I was genuinely satisfied with the cruise control of single life.
That all changed when I developed a crush on an unattainable woman. I'm not talking Mount Everest unttainable, I'm talking Olympus Mons unattainable - I'm not even on the same planet...
After rising a lofty peak of elation, and descending into a trough of depression, I've been left to flounder in the wake of reassessment.
I've made peace with my hypocrisy. Overpopulation and gridlock traffic now seem far lesser evils than the whip mother nature is bearing upon my arse.
So here I am, aged 33, and faced with the quest to find a mate. If the ascent of Mons pubis is anything like the ascent of Everest, then maybe I stand a chance.
I'm not really after advice or anything, but I am interested to learn how others here found their significant other. Inspiration is what I need.
That all changed when I developed a crush on an unattainable woman. I'm not talking Mount Everest unttainable, I'm talking Olympus Mons unattainable - I'm not even on the same planet...
After rising a lofty peak of elation, and descending into a trough of depression, I've been left to flounder in the wake of reassessment.
I've made peace with my hypocrisy. Overpopulation and gridlock traffic now seem far lesser evils than the whip mother nature is bearing upon my arse.
So here I am, aged 33, and faced with the quest to find a mate. If the ascent of Mons pubis is anything like the ascent of Everest, then maybe I stand a chance.
I'm not really after advice or anything, but I am interested to learn how others here found their significant other. Inspiration is what I need.
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