Posted:Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:41 AM CST
Love in the wasteland
In the America of 2009, the old dreams have been shattered. Fewer and fewer people are working, and people are lucky if their houses are worth half of what they paid for them. A lot of banks and brokerage companies got rich lending people more than they could afford to repay, and now that they, AIG, Ameriquest, Goldman Sachs are going broke, we are going to be heavily taxed to rescue them.
They call it a recession, but that is a pale euphemism. I think its better to call it a hangover after the party ends. Your head aches, one of the tables and two chairs lie splintered on the floor, and the carpet reeks of vomit.
What a long, strange episode its been. A lot of the suburban fantasy life will have to go. There are so many businesses in my area catering to fussing with appearance- tanning parlors, car detailing, botox, gyms. How will they survive when people have trouble affording groceries?
I still look for love in the midst of this wasteland. People will have to adjust their expectations to a narrowing, shrinking world. I find that a lot of the men on this dating site can only get replies from women who are very overweight or much older than them, and the men seem equally superficial. Extra points go for blonde hair and long legs, and any profiles that show a bit of cleavage get enormous attention. A lot of the guys seem to have the tastes of drunk,troll-like Japanese businessmen on a sex
tour of Bangkok.
Face reality people, if you are over 30 and have never been married, you are too picky. I know, I was one. I didn't get married until I was middle-aged, and it still didn't work out.
The right person is there for all of you if you learn to appreciate a person's character and soul, and ignore superficial things.