Romantic Nonsense

I hate romances.  But Amber, you say, what do you mean?  You watch them constantly, you love them! Yes, yes I do, but once they are over, and you are left once again in your empty apartment and with the snoring cat and the rain pouring down outside ceaselessly and the great void that is your life rears it's ugly head, then I have to say that I hate them.  Because they lie. They want to give you a false hope that the myth of falling in love is such an easy everyday possibility and for a long time I believed that it was.  It was just a matter of time and it would be my turn.  It's an inevitability of life, everyone finds a partner.  Sure it may not last forever, but then it's just a matter of time before the next one comes along.  But it's time to realize that it's not to be.  I'm 38, overweight with bad teeth and hair and myopic to boot, and the world has changed around me. And I am my own worst enemy because I can't believe anymore.  Not tonight, I can't. But I will continue to watch them, as we all need to have that thrill and the only place I can find it is in the fantasy.  Maybe I can lose myself in the happy endings and find my faith again.

Mikhail

So I haven't posted a boy in a long time, but this picture is too good not to share.
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