Darwinism
You know, there are certain situations that prove to me, without a shadow of a doubt, that Darwin's Theory of Evolution is true. There are nights that I can go out to a bar, and truly see that survival of the fittest is present. Guys, each vying to be the potential suitor for a particular female, take turns making their best sales pitch. (Side note... Isn't that all that "picking someone up" at the bar is: a sales pitch? First dates are HUGE sales pitches too). Girls realizing that the guy isn't for them, politely smile but respectfully decline the invitations from the multiple gentlemen until they find the one that they feel is the best fit (or the one that is at least adequate). Well, last night definitely wasn't one of those nights.
Working the floor, I had the chance to directly observe Lexington's finest rockin out to the sounds of the Talking Heads cover band Same As It Ever Was (good band by the way). I was shocked and awed to see the various couples at the bar. I mean seriously, how do some of these guys do it? And, how do some of these girls go for these guys? What makes them look at those guys and say, wow that's someone that I think would be cool to be with. Has Darwinism adapted and evolved itself due to societal influences skewing our idea as to what the best mate would be.
Not to be all self depricating, but it's nights like last night that make me wonder why I've been having trouble with women. Yes, I will concede that many of my recent problems have been self-inflicted injuries, but still. Not that I felt like the women last night would be good fits for me, I'm just using them as a metaphor for the bigger picture.
Since it has been forever since my last real post, let's catch up as to how I got to where I am now.
1. Classic story of guy and girl together in relationship, guy blinded to all the signs of things going wrong because he's so in love, guy's heart broken, girl gets over it way too easily which makes guy more heart broken, etc...
Am I a hopeless romantic? Probably, but at least I'm finally over it. Looking back, I can understand how she was scared that we were getting to that all important crossroads in our relationship even if we weren't trying to be there. Neither one of us were really trying to make it to those crossroads, but the forces around us kept bringing us there and reminding us of it. Therefore, we were doomed to make the decision. She made hers, I get it. Life goes on.
(side note: although people believe that I am still broken up about it all. I'm not. To be completely honest, the only thing that annoys me is how easily I could be completely cut out of someone's life that I had been so close to. For two years, every day was spent either talking to or spending time with one person. It takes some time to get used to not doing that. I mean, seeing that person and not being able to talk to them, on purely a friendship level, is akward at best. I never wanted it to be that way. One day I hope we can be friends. I believe that there is always one relationship that truly screws everyone up. And that one relationship is the one used to measure all other relationships. That just happened to be mine.)
2. Don't get me wrong, I've tried to date other people since. It just hasn't been going my way. Either timing is off, distance is off, or other forces of nature are working their magic to keep me single. (by the way, my favorite rejection is the same one that has haunted me since high school... "you're totally the guy I want to marry, but not the guy I want to date right now." Really? Thanks!) To make a real "meat head" metaphor. For a while I felt like Maverick in "Top Gun." Goose (the relationship) had died and Maverick had a hard time letting go (hence the multiple "you gotta let him go" lines in the movie). When it counted though, and people's lives were on the line, Maverick finally let go, "reengaged," and saved the day. The only difference is that I feel like I've had my time to let go, I've dealt with my demons, but there's nothing to "reengage" to. There's no huge battle where I have to fly my F-14 on the seat of my pants and defend America from the Migs. I feel like I've shown up to the fight and everyone is gone. Like, oops dude, you should have been here a couple months ago.
So how did I get to all of that from couples at the Dame? I don't know. Hey, it's just how my mind works.
Funniest moment of the night was when all the dudes showed up at the end and took off their shirts because it was so hot in the Dame. And then all the girls that came up to them, but were sad when they realized there was no way they had a shot with these guys. In other words, these guys showed up together, and they'd be leaving together.
So after all this work at the Dame, I got home at 4:30. I then woke up at 6 to make it to the radio station to do the Equine Forum.
I'm looking forward to Saturday night though.