When it comes to love, what more frustrating than.... wait a min, everything's frustrating. I see my friends transforming from Sex and the city into Desperate Housewives, I guess once we'd forgotten our modern glamour we are heading straight to Murderville (aka Wisteria Lane). It was us whom always chase for this never-lasting honeymoon, we wind when we have it, and we wind when we don't. Once the honeymoon is over, should we find someone new? or a therapist/pharmacist?
"In this harsh economy and high interest rate, people usually take a long hard look before they purchase anything they regarded as luxurious items, eg. Interior design"- Quoted Karen from Will and Grace. I guess I always take a long hard look to a man before i commit myself to him; the "harsh economy" will be the hormone-raging-homo-meat-market and high interest rate would be the sudden heartbreaks and STIs. I would rather take my most important stock off this brutal market and put my asset, aka my ass, out there and have as much fun as i wanted.
If a man says he loves you, what would you do? At the blossom age of 20s, you don't want to completely put yourself off the market, even if you want to, your other half may not really mean monogamy; that "love you" may just be the result of a drunken night, high on E, tough day at work, (seeking financial) dependence or worst, immigration.
Happily ever after usually last until the next hot man to walk pass your partner or yourself, and with today's technology, you will still look blossoming in your 30s or even 40s, its not easy to find love, as I am taking a long hard look at a guy before I commit, the guys usually pack their bags and moved to Murderville with his new boy who say yes to commitment 30 seconds after they had met, maybe I sees relationship as a luxurious item, or the other boys are underpricing them. boy, guy, men, just different stages of evolution of a horny chimp.
My fortune teller told me I will find The One in my 50s, that's when I predict my blossoming period to be over, meantime I will have as much good sex and casual dates as I wanted and praying to the Gay God that when I reach my 50s, someone will be there to check my pulse in regular bases (and i don't mean a medical worker).
Maybe that's what I needed! a giant lucky draw once we reach the age of 50, every single gay men must enter, the lucky draw will pair you up with someone random and because you should be unfuckable by then, you would not be choosy.
Maybe I'm just too sceptic.
And no offence to 50+ gay men, some can still look great, just quoting this age because what the fortune teller had told me.
