The Perils of Dating

I'm not used to being single yet. I have starting dating pretty much for the first time in my life. Funny. I'm 21 I should have already went through this stage. The first guy I "casually" dated was named Mike. For once I was inspired to write; it wasn't forced but just flowed out. It still needs a lot of work but maybe something can come from it.

Number 1:
The meeting of two people, that is how the story of love begins... or possibly ends. Whose to say. Well, those two people try desperately to reach out. One more than the other. Intentions are blurred by our sense of rationality. "The heart" is not followed. Instead we analyze the other person; try to read their minds. All the while knowing deep down that they are not "that" into us. Or being oblivious to the fact that they actually are. Rationality prevails over feeling. Masculine over feminine; yang over yin. Signs are distorted; high personas brought to their knees. How can our egos take such pressure? We realize how alone we are inside of our own minds. So limited; so trapped; walls closing in... All because we agreed to a simple date.


Number 2:
How soon our minds forget. Almost quicker than our hearts. I try with all my might to envision his face. The lines are blurred and his voice but a whisper now. My mind does not want to remember. It knows it is being willed down a dark path. Something urges me on. It makes me constantly check my phone for messages. Occasionally sends one against the mind's advice. I wish I could smite this unseen force; protect my self.