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One for the girls

There’s not a woman that I’ve met that I haven’t fallen in love with, whether it was for 10 minutes or 10 years.
-Al Moody (Californication)

That seems like a copout or a justification to sleeping around or being a womanizer, but what if it isn’t? What if it’s the most honest way that a lost man can explain what he truly feels? What if it’s an old, stubborn man’s way to show that the feeling of romance, the feeling of love, isn’t really gone? It’s just hidden behind a bravado so thick that we can’t see it anymore. What if we all have a piece of that in us? What if we need a piece of that in all of us?

I’ve always said that I am a hopeless romantic; someone who loves to fall in love. And maybe that’s what it really means. The difference is subtle between chauvinistic and chivalrous, but I know it exists. The difference is the thought behind it. There is a lust and a love for women and that is the true difference. I exist in a world filled with lust and a feeling of need for physical intimacy. It’s so strong around me that I forget sometimes that physical and emotional aren’t always the same. Perhaps it’s a misuse of the term as it is. Physical intimacy implies that an emotion is involved. It’s time that we go to the root of the problem which is the root of the phrase and remind ourselves of the power in diction and word choice.

What we now refer to as physical intimacy is no longer what it really means. Why can’t we be truly intimate anymore? It’s time to fall in love again; to connect with someone and be honest and real. We are all too busy now and have forgotten the optimism that comes from being a hopeless romantic. This world has a need for those few left to always dream and hope and desire something more. We are left to remind those jaded pessimists what made us run down the stairs on Christmas morning; promise. It was the promise of happiness, the promise of something new, the promise of excitement undiscovered. What is falling in love if not Christmas morning?

And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I’m breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines
-Bon Iver (Skinny Love)

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