Beauty and our obsession with it.. PART 1

So what is the deal when it comes to the opposite sex? Women aren’t happy with men and just the same with men. I have been boggled by this mystery throughout my adult years ever since the pain of my first of many rejections (it happened when I was twelve: a girl named Maria Venilda accepted to be my official girlfriend only because her best friend thought I was cute; we never kissed, not even held hands but her rejection was nonetheless devastating, to say the least). Long ago, I realized that there was more than meets the eye when it came down to attraction and I solicited all of the free advice I could muster or painfully gained, and I can’t say that the love arena hasn’t been all that unfair to me. Then again, I stand six feet one inch tall, I’m in decent physical shape, and unlike many of the hunks out there I have been told I can quite well converse about anything. In other words, I’m sort of a smarty kind of guy. Now intelligence doesn’t guarantee success on love and, quite frankly, sometimes it may even spoil it. We will work on the money issue and the sense of humor later. But the main focus should be on this matter: if I can’t glorify myself as the great achiever in the emotional field and in the end is just as hard for me to get what I want, then what’s left for the average Joe out there? First of all, I think that the whole business of love equates in some respect to that of business. Unlike common wisdom, it’s sort of an art; economy can’t be trusted either at times, am I not right? The economic principle I apply to the affairs of love is the following: the more we have, the more we spend. This is also true of love. If I were filthy rich and famous, I wouldn’t have solved the dilemma because even then I would probably be stuck in a relationship with some gorgeous model or a famous cutie who could very easily make my life miserable. Does that make sense? If female availability were no problem to me, in the ideal sense, then I’m sure that I’d make up ways to come up short handed and feel cheated. We do tend to make ourselves miserable even when the table is mostly turned on our favor. Therefore, from the ugliest people to most beautiful ones, a little bit of pain is always in place. This is healthy, though. No one should live their lives in a perpetual state of bliss, and this goes for all of you hardcore hedonists out there. The obsession we have with beauty! Does that mean I would rather be a simpler, less tall, less handsome kind of guy? Absolutely, not. I like my semi-Adonis self. By the way, I immersed myself for a while writing a book on the subject. I wanted to be precise and concise on the subject, offer some advice to losers who would rather hear it from someone else’s mouth and then take on the next guru that passes by.