sporadic thought bubbles

Since my last blog post, the following events have occurred:

1) My sister gave birth to my very first nephew, Joaquin. He was born exactly 30 years after his mother. When I say exact, I don’t just mean same birthday. I mean 2:34 pm, October 11. Freakyyyyy.

2) I have decided to install an anti-virus program. Yes, just now. Why? Cause I’m an idiot. Ilie told me to.

3) And now for the main event. Quite a number of my friends, "trophy" girlfriends, if I may say so myself, have gotten unceremoniously dumped. I pertain to no one in particular, so shame on you, if you, man-who-has-recently-broken-up-with-someone, think that I deem you worthy of blog space. It’s just something I’ve noticed going on over the past few months. When I say trophy, I mean the whole shebang. Gorgeous, smart, kind, stellar examples of womankind, suddenly finding themselves left out in the cold, with no plausible explanation. These are beauty queens with the intelligence to answer "world peace" and mean it. Some girls were left for others (new cows), and some were just left, in general. But when these things happen, the specifics become irrelevant. We are simply mystified by the fact that another seemingly perfect relationship has come to the same unambiguously bitter end. When women like these get dumped, the rest of us are left quivering in fear over the faithlessness of this so-called love.

If they couldn’t do it, how could we?

So basically, we trudge along and hope against hope it doesn’t happen to us. But when they drop like flies around us, we steel ourselves for the eventual blow.

In this day and age, how often does love, as we know it, survive?

Perhaps as often as a little boy is born on the same day, same time as his mother.

Next to never.