NYE

midnight love

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New years eve can be the ushering in of new and exciting romance, or the countdown to loneliness.

NYE

Hopefully for you it’s the former.

When you’re single, New Years Eve can be either exciting or a complete bust, and it all comes down to the final seconds.  I mean, when making a wish list, locking lips in a chance for passionate romance as the ball is dropping ranks right up there with things like traveling to Europe or meeting Gandhi.  GANDHI, for peat’s sake!  My question to you is, who are you snogging this New Years?

If you’re going to a party with a date, that question may be simple to answer, but for those of us running the evening stag, you may luck out, or you may have to get crafty.  Here’s the situation.

You’re at a party, let’s say at a friend’s house, and you’ve been eyeing up this girl all night.  You’ve only got ten minutes before midnight and everyone has started to huddle around the television in preparation.  The champagne is being poured, and you’re all a bit loose.  What do you do?  Well you know you have to be close to her, so you inch your way up through the crowd to make sure you get a spot right next to her.  I mean, you want to be close, like almost touching, and if it’s a sizeable party this shouldn’t be difficult.  As you eagerly await the countdown, find a way to make conversation with her.  Introduce yourself, tell her you like her scarf, and ask her where she bought it (women seem to really care about those kinds of things).  This will establish a little bit of a rapport with her and make her more comfortable with you.  Be confident and don’t forget to smile!

Positioning is everything here.  If you’re both standing side by side with eyes glued to the television, 90% of the time you want to be on her left side.  Seeing that most people are right-handed, she’ll probably hold her drink in her dominant hand, making an immediate turn to the left more natural when she starts cheering.  If you see that she’s left-handed, it may be in your best interest to switch sides.  See?  You didn’t realize you were going to get a science lesson here.  I’m like the Mr. Wizard of love.

Anyway, the ball drops, the crowd goes bananas, and she just turned to the left to avoid spilling her drink- now’s your chance.

You can thank me tomorrow.

love blocks

let love manifest

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Can I tell you a secret?

love blocks

I sometimes have a bad habit of pushing love.

The truth is, you can’t force love.  You have to let it grow and manifest itself.  You have to slowly build it like you’re building a strong foundation, one block at a time- and sometimes while you’re hard at work, you have no concept of the progress you’ve made until you take the time to step back and evaluate what you’ve done.

I’m an impatient oaf, and from an outsider’s perspective when I want something really bad, I want it, like, yesterday.  Unfortunately for me, that’s not the way love always works.  It takes time.  It takes attention.  It takes real work from everyone involved.  I understand that, but my problem isn’t with understanding as much as it is with excitement.

I mean, when I meet someone who is a potential “love”, I go crazy.  I’m talking head over hells, drooling, and incompetent crazy.  I think about nothing else but that person for the entire time I’m away from them.  It’s a sickness.  I swear!  That being said, not seeing that person will undoubtedly eventually kill me.  I am sure of it.  She’s my addiction.

Dear readers,

My name is Sabatino, and I’m addicted to this girl who has big beautiful eyes, a killer smile, and gorgeous flowing hair.  She’s one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met, and while she’ll never admit it, she’s an amazing chef, and her energy gives me new life.  She over-exaggerates everything, uses an obnoxious number of smiley faces, and she’s in love with wine, cheese, family, and guys who can cook.  I seriously can’t stop thinking about her.  I may need an intervention.  Help!

Also, my roommate has this weird obsession with bass fishing.  Any suggestions?

With Love,

Sabatino

 

 

petitemort

la petite mort

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The French are so romantic.

petitemort

La petite mort, or “the little death” is what the French use to describe an orgasm.  I’ll let that sink in for a minute.

However, it can also be used to describe a time in your life of loss, when you feel like a little part of you has died.

I bring this up because I use the feeling of ‘la petite mort’ (not the orgasm) as a gauge of my feelings for someone.  You see, I make decisions with my gut, or heart, but rarely my head.  When I decide to pursue a woman for a relationship, it’s not because I logically think she’s a good fit, but because my heart leaps out for her and begs my head to rationalize it.  Of course, my head can never turn down my heart!

Because of this I sometimes develop this huge sense of loss when I part ways with my date for the evening.  It may just be the adrenaline pumping, but it’s as if a small part of me dies without that person near me- la petite mort.

Furthermore, I find that if this happens frequently with the same girl over an extended period of time, then she is someone special to my heart and should remain important in my life.  Can you imagine feeling like a piece of you has died every time you part ways with your love?  Is there no truer sense of passion than allowing a part of yourself to die for her?  I mean, that’s classic Romeo and Juliet stuff.  I’m talking metaphorically, of course.  I don’t want any of you sliting your wrists tonight in an emotional rage.  I don’t need that hanging over my head.

I love it.  That is where romanticism is born.  When you are willing to put it all on the line.  When you’re willing to take a chance.

Tonight when you left, you took a piece of me- and I’ll never be whole again without you.  la petite mort.

I’m completely in love with you.