He likes it! Mikey likes it!

I often wonder why there is such a dichotomy in the romantic affairs of the people I meet... There are so many attractive persons that go on with little to claim in the affections of the opposite gender, while people that I find quite offensive that appear to not be lacking in lady or gentleman-ly comforts. Okay, yes, there are many reasons to explain this phenomenon that I constantly witness (one which I find a bit too tedious to detail when I assume that many are already familiar with the setting; your own imagination can paint a much better picture of this than my words can), yet they all seem a bit detached, or at the very least not filling enough of the measure of this epidemic...

One explanation is the simple matter of preferences. Preferences vary between people, which is a large part of why people like myself can even study economics without worrying about the subject dissolving in its usefulness with the advent of some miracle drug. So, while I think that some people are "dateable, very dateable" and others in whose presence I wouldn't care to spend 5 minutes of my time, it becomes obvious that there are enough people with the opposite sentiment to make that not the case. For example, a guy that I dated for a while this past year, who I frankly didn't think much of towards the end of the whole ordeal, found love in a certain young lass and they were wed at the end of April. He was, honestly, the last guy I could imagine that would be able to deal with a family life, but she didn't think that was the case, and now they are married.

I've heard the notion that "there's someone out there for everyone", but that always seemed ridiculous. That's a vaguely specific statement to me. I reject the notion of a Saturday's Warrior type soul mate--- if that were the case then I'm certain that mine died quite a while ago... No, a better way for that oft repeated phrase would be that there are types of people out there for every type of person... Of course, that is too wordy to be cross-stitched onto a pillow with flowers bordering the edge, so it will never catch on. It's true, though,,, at least, I hold it as being an accurate portrayal of my perceptions of life.

Life is like a very random smorgasbord of people and experiences. There is something for even the wildest taste out there... If I were to compare people to food, then I'd say that the majority of the girls that go on frequent dates are like pizza; they seem like a safe venture to the hungry male, but only because they don't know what else they want... most people like pizza, but if they had the opportunity they might opt for onion rings, or calamari, or herb roasted peppers stuffed with feta cheese, etc. They just need to try it. Dating, however, has a huge time cost associated with it. If you only have so much emotional units to put forth in a finite amount of time, then why try sushi if you think pizza is just fine? You might hate sushi, or you might love it, but you won't know until you try. Most people will never try sushi, because they assume that there's no possible way for them to like it. I thought I would hate it; I can't stand cooked fish, or any form of salmon, so why should the raw stuff be any better? Yet I tried it once, daringly, and now I absolutely love it. Except the salmon, that's just gross... but people are like that. People will stick to their own perceived flavor of dates, and then they'll never know what life has to offer them - what joys there are to be discovered. In the meanwhile, those of us who are self proclaimed yellowtail rolls will waste away if no one comes to try us dipped in wasabi laced soy sauce. There's nothing wrong with the people who don't date, per se, it's just that they aren't pizza, so people are afraid. & I just lost my entire train of thought, so that's my cue to stop rambling on about abstract food related dating stuff. the end.