Maybe I'm becoming a cynic but, I'm not sure if I believe in love anymore. At least not the pure, idealized version of love I believed in when I was a naive kid. I used to believe in the sort of love where you would die for the other. The unconditional love. Soulmates and all that corny shyt. That Cory and Topanga sort of thing. Now I'm starting to realize it's bullshyt and not real. A woman will never love you like that. No one will.
At the end of the day, we're just higher functioning animals that are ruthlessly self-serving, in that, love is not some idealized soulmate fantasy but, instead an informal agreement of exchange between two individuals conditioned on the fact that you both continue to meet certain obligations. You lose your job, she's gone in the wind. You get sick or seriously injured, she's gone in the wind. You're no longer attractive to her or as exciting, she's gone in the wind. Another guy comes along who does everything better than you, she's gone in the wind.
I'm also staring to realize love is just another economic market. It should have been obvious from the beginning. Because if someone else offers better terms than you, good luck. We all have a certain amount of dollars relative to our value in the dating world, and we go through this market place trying to purchase the goods (a mate / partner) we can afford with our income (dating value). Some people have $10,000 to shop with. Some people have $100 to shop with. Because of your budget constraints (your current dating value), you might have to purchase inferior goods (settling). Obviously if you had more money (higher dating value), you would purchase the superior goods you secretly desired (ideal partner). It's kind of hard to believe in real love when you recognize this is the reality of the dating world. She dates you and she loves you because you're the best person she can get commitment from. But if a guy who's taller, more handsome and more wealthy comes along, would she still want to be with you? That's real love to me. And I realize that shyt is a fantasy.
fukk it bro just live.
she was one of those direct tv reps.
could ask moms to put me on


but once we got to talkin the other girl went off to the other side and mingled with some other people and let us be. I figure she wanted that support initially since she didn't know me well. Then she said "hey, I saw you with this other girl at the restaurant maybe a week or two ago, who was she..." and I was like "
we're just good friends there is NOTHING going on there"
" and I was like "
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