As a single guy, I’ve been going on a lot of dates. Ok, so that’s a bit of a brag, but it’s true. Not that these dates are just falling into my lap, I’m going out and actively looking for them, but still, being single and in New York City is pretty amazing if things break your way. You kind of roll and keep working with it. For me, it’s a numbers game. I really haven’t dated a lot, so I guess I’m making up for lost time. You figure that it’s a numbers game, at least that’s how I rationalized it.
I never got those love songs about men being overwhelmed by a woman, where all of a sudden it consumes him. Layla (by Derek and the Dominos) is one of those songs, with one of the most iconic hooks in rock history. The list however, goes on and on. I always thought that those men were so pathetic. Sure, have I maybe felt that way when I was younger, but I blame that on stupidity, hormones, and well, more stupidity. I’ve spent most of my adult (post-college) life learning about control and discipline. Hearing those songs, no matter how good they were, always had me silently shaking my head, thinking, what kind of man would throw away his dignity for a woman.
And then I met her.