Relationships are a two-way street, and you can't expect to make them work unless you're willing to get out there and risk being hurt. Took me a long time to learn that, but now that I'm ready to open my heart to another person, it's only a matter of time before I find my soulmate. So look out , world, because I''ve got a whole lot of love to give to the first person who can match that love with a similar offer or its equivalent in luxury items, birthday and anniversary presents, or cash.
I will accept a biweekly series of dinners at fashionable yet intimate restaurants.
I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. When I see a beautiful woman's sparkling baby blues, it's not a long time before I fall head over heels and offer her an impressive six month infatuation package for 2 percent over market price. I can't help myself! Anyone who knows me knows I'm the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn't mind haggling for a better deal on growing old together.
As they say,'tis better to have loved and lost than to never to have swapped one's undying affection for having someone around during the holidays.
You hear that, ladies? I'm single, I'm avail-able, and I'm ready to share my life with whoever will momentarily satisfy my raw, desperate need to connect with just on other soul before I die.
Now I'm not saying I'll settle for just anyone. Now way. The woman who's going to win my heart needs to have the whole package: personality, good looks, and most importantly the ability to provide me with constant distractions. And when I do find Ms. Right, nothing will get in the way of my true feelings for her, no matter what those feelings might be. I'm ready for romance and all of it's positive net gains!
God, it all seems like a fairy tale sometimes. Just think: some lucky woman out there doesn't even know it yet, but we were made fore each other.
Isn't love magical? just knowing that there's a woman out there who will love me for no other reason than that I allow her to indulge in a little breath play without making accusations about her psychological health or, provided that she introduces me to her parents within six months-it makes the bad days not seem so bad. It's exactly like Casablanca.
Just look into my eyes and you'll know we were born to engage in mutually beneficial transaction together.
So save you fancy cars and high-powered jobs. Those things mean nothing if you don't have love. On my deathbed, the only thing I'm going to care about is how much I laughed, if I ever really watched a sunset, and did I ever care about someone deeply enough to make my single friends envious and to finally avoid feeling like the odd one out at dinner parties. Because, at the end of the day, love is the only thing that matters.
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