|Come on baby light my fire!|
This was not a line or a joke. What we had just witnessed was a human soul unfettered by logical calculation or social constrant releasing its honest longing like a baby expelling a fart. The passengers all gasped. Every man seemed to regret the absence of such single-minded passion in his life and every woman appeared to fear that she would never receive such adoration. We rich Americans suddenly felt very poor. So how can those of us who still have the courage to believe in romance, who haven't retreated to the cold safety of cynicism that views human relations simply as an exchange of commodities, find breathtaking passion? Here's what I think.
|Now don't go using those jedi mind tricks on me princess!|
Still, nothing can exempt us from the male/female dynamic of the universe. The mesmerizing power that a beautiful woman has to command the worship of a man whose muscles could effortlessly snap her neck is not cruel and unusual punishment. It's nature's recipe. Though a man may be as vulnerable in the arms of a woman as Samson was sleeping in the lap of Delilah, it's only there that he finds escape from the primal jungle in which he must struggle to fullfill his duty as a man. Bruce Springsteen sang, "The whole world is out there just trying to score. I've seen enough; I don't want to see any more. Cover me. I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me."
|I may wear the pants but she can wear me out!|
Man up and prepare for your encounter with a force of nature much greater than any combustion engine or gaming technology. Bob Seger sang, "Once inside a woman's heart, a man must keep his head. Heaven opens up the door, where angels fear to tread." Stop comforting yourself with the "I don't need a woman" bullshit then dare to cry out desperately and foolishly when a princess walks by. Many will call you sexist, but it will be worth it when you see the blushing of her cheeks, not to mention blood rushing to her inner thighs.
|Strap yourself in boy for the ride of your life!|
However, when you've attained complete independence from your boy-toy with separate career trajectories, bank accounts, friendship circles, and maybe even bedrooms, should happiness still elude you, consider the possibility that nature isn't your enemy, only a fine stallion you have yet to ride like a real cowgirl. Get up and dust off your boots. Step into the corral and square off with a real man worthy of riding under your brand. When the smoke clears, there will be no black hats or white hats, no machismos or feminists, only two serious badasses with mutual respect and blissful yin-yang codependence.
|Gentlemen start your engines, but handle the curves with care!|