No
it
ain’t.

Not always.

Sometimes,
sometimes it’s just
not now.

As when,
say,
you attempt to make out with a boi,
a man you hardly know,
and – oh shit –
he moves his lips
out
of
your
way.

Sucks?
Yah…
okay…
But it does
not
mean
that he won’t stand still
one day.

One day he may.

And until then,
there are PLENTY
of others.

Others
with whom to share.

Share your mouth.
Share your body.
Share your heart.

Until then,
there are plenty of others.

Others with whom to play,
and even,
maybe even
say I love you.

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We’ve all heard it before. We’ll all hear it again:

“I’m not in a place right nowww…where I can be in a relaaationnnshiiip.”

UHHCK!  Chill out, mother fuckers. Yes, we are excited by the introduction of you into our lives. But we’re not trying to hog tie you into matrimony anytime soon.  Heck, most of us aren’t even gunning for an exclusive relationship. Not for a month or three, at least.

Jumpy bastards. Everyone’s so G-d skittish. Why? Because they let someone else or several someone elses in first and they fucking fucked ‘em the fuck up, that’s why.

They shattered their trust, their confidence, and their sense of self.  Damaging them to the point where they aren’t sure if they’ll ever be able to love again. Or that love even exists.

It’s tragic. It’s heartbreaking. It inspires a desire to inflict physical pain upon those sons and daughters of bitches who got there before us and took the opportunity for granted.

We would never disrespect them like that.  NEVER.  We – are also a bit annoyed.

Why did they have to be such a horrible judge of character? Why did they let that person or those people treat them like such shit for so long? Forget their virginity, why didn’t they save their PSYCHE?

Because. Because at one point in their interpersonal lives, they too were willing to open themselves up and take a chance with their hearts. And if it happened once, it will happen again.

Their cynicism will fade. They will realize that love does exist. And then – and maybe only then – will we thank those assholes for breaking our crush down so he or she could build themselves back up into the best person and half of a couple we know they can be.

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If a boy’s response to your kiss is, “I have a girlfriend,” rather than “I’m not gay”…

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Love knows neither class nor taste.  Not in the humans for whom we fall.  Not in the music which we fall to.

As alternative as one may profess their aural preferences to be, and however minimal or voracious their appetite for popular culture – it takes but one listen during a particularly unbridled wave of romantic giddiness for a previously unheard, dismissed, or even scorned pop song to latch on to our hearts and become the soundtrack of our most recent infatuation.

Hence, the reason why I danced around my kitchen listening to Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” 37 times in a row one evening last July.

I had just been on my first date with a boi guised Dishes and was perusing his Facebook profile ever so obsessively.  Below his photo he had typed the title of Perry’s aforementioned hit.  Yet, because my radio dial rarely reads anything but 89.9 KCRW, those words meant nothing to me…until I typed them into the YouTube search field.

Then they meant EVERYTHING.

I don’t really wear make-up
And of course I’m funny
Even when I tell the punch line wrong
ButohmyGawd; he thinks I’m PRETTY!
And he actually gets me. I know he gets me. So I WILL let my walls come down, dowww-owww-own.

Before I met him – two weeks ago – yeah…I was alright
But yes, things were kinda heavy; he fucking brought me back to LIFE.
Now six months from now in February, he’ll TOTES be my valentine!  My first VALENTIIINE!

Or so I thought and sang at the time.

Alas, Dishes will never send me any handwritten, heart-shaped letters of devotion, as I did not get another chance to let him put his hands on me in my skin-tight jeans or get drunk on the beach together, much less fuck him in a fort that we built out of bed sheets.

In fact, he publicly rejected me the second time I ever attempted to see him.  And a mere 15 minutes later our (albeit unbeknownst to him) song began to play.  FLEE, though everyone’s first instinct would be, my friend Joseph forced me to remain on the dance floor, a bear’s length away from Dishes and his posse.

Painfully ironic though that may sound, it did not actually exacerbate the heartbreak and humiliation I had just endured; but rather prompted the realization – and continues to do so every time I hear “Teenage Dream” – that no matter how many more Dishes morph into douches, I am finally ready to allow myself to fall in love.

Of course, even when there are no regrets, few if any can escape such a situation completely unscathed.  However large they may be, however long we allow them to fester – there is bound to be a wound and eventually we must address it.  Only then can the healing and new growth begin.

Some scarring is inevitable.  Sure.  But like all remnants of emotional anguish – past, present, and future – it is a sacrifice worthy of the knowledge we obtain in exchange.

“Love Is A Battlefield,” after all.  And so long as we carry on, there WILL be a day when “One Life Stand” replaces “Why Don’t You Love Me” as our amorous anthem.

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Sorry boiz.

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