Unfortunately, since my life is riddled with embarrassment, I cannot elaborate on it here. It would simply take up too much space. Instead, I will reminisce of this summer - the summer of no lovin'.
A man's life is simple really. All I could want is someone to share some of the simple things of life. A sunset, a hike in the nearby mountains, the trees, and the myriad forms of entertainment are those things I wish to share. You see, I enjoy all of these things by myself and find myself staring at the mountains, enjoying music, and going on adventures to new places as my comrade, the good Master Prufrock, has stated. Yet, all of these experiences are bittersweet. It's simple really - the greatest joy I have had, and may be had in my humble opinion, is to be able to share some of the excitement, the experience, with someone else that also values it.
Lest the title of this post be misconstrued as a complaint, I will clarify. You see, it's not that I or my companions in search of significant others have been negligent in said search, but rather that our efforts have resulted nil. A list of activities is in order to illustrate:
- Ultimate frisbee
- Ward Activities (FHE etc)
- Movie nights (at theaters and at apartments)
- Spontaneous Slurpee runs
- Late night dance parties
- Equally spontaneous trips to/on: mountain roads, parks, paths, etc
- Game nights
- Hot Tubbing
- Pool Battling (for those not versed in this noble activity, it involves battling in the pool)
The summer-gods frown upon me. All my efforts, all is chivalry in the wind.