The Last Kiss

As a young girl, lost in my world the Fabio-covered romance novels created, I dreamed about my first kiss*. Now in my late 30s, I dream about my last kiss.

Those of us who are single and looking for some romantic companionship can attest that dating sucks. And I’m finding it sucks even more when I get older.

The cat-and-mouse games played are now even more obvious, but yet, good manners dictate that I play along. As I navigate through the emotional obstacle course, such as “Does he like me?”, “Why hasn't he text me back?”, and “Why hasn't he made a move on me yet?”, I hope and pray the prize is worth it at the end.

Family and friends have provided me dating advice to help ease the pain. Some make good sense, such as, “A good first date should include him asking questions about yourself and him saying he wants to see you again at the end of it.” Some are more on the comical side, such as, “He’s cute enough if you can see yourself making out with him when you’re drunk at a bar.”

My favorite one is from one of my best friends. I was sharing with her about my recent misadventures and how it’s so hard to find one person with most, if not all, the qualities I’m looking for. She responded with, “We’re all looking for an unicorn, but realistically, you should aim for a horse. Just make sure you don’t confuse it with an ass!”

I can’t help to keep looking for my unicorn. Perhaps there's a horse out there disguised as one, but first, I just need to sort through these asses. Why are there so darn many?!?

* My first kiss was my freshmen year in college with this hot guy who lived a floor above me in the dorm. However, the kiss, or rather kisses, were hardly anything like those in the romance novels. Let’s just say, it wasn’t any different than a dog happily licking my face!