In a world that is inundated by dating reality shows, dating websites, speed dating, mixers, and social networking websites, I have come to the realization that there is no romance anymore. Where is that guy, from whose perspective Frank Sinatra croons, "Strangers in the night, exchanging glances, wandering in the night, what were the chances, we'd be sharing love, before the night is through. . ." We all want a quick fix, that physical gratification. We want all of our senses to be simultaneously pleasured to the maximum force.
Dating websites grown like weeds, taking over the internet and sucking up all of the resources. All of them claim to have the secret to finding us the loves of our lives. They seem so generic and superficial. We list all of our physical speculations and requirements, kind of like a resume. If you meet the standards based on how hot you look in your picture and how catchy your subject line is, you may get a match or two. Frankly, it reminds me of going to a bar, where people let their guards down with a sense of anonymity. People put these professional glamour shots, which depicts an aspiring actress/actor/model type. In bars, the lighting is a little off and people visually impaired by their alcohol consumption. They wind up with someone who is ready and willing, only to find out that the person really looks like crap in the morning.
Reality dating shows are just a reflection of the downgrading of humanity as we know it. Television producers visit the shallowest of gene pools to find the participants for their trash orgy, known as "The Bachelor" or "Rock of Love" or "Flavor of Love". Of course, I find these things a source of entertainment and self-prophecy. Most of the actual seekers of love are seekers of attention and self-promotion. They get to live in a posh mansion filled with unlimited, flowing booze and a house requirement that one must cover less than 10% of her body with clothing. Of course, where alcohol flows, silicon implants show, with some of these women having superhuman mammary glands, probably nuclear fembots in disguise.
The art of romance, wooing a potential partner, and really appreciating someone is completely extinct. Men don't want to work very hard to impress a lady, and ladies are very rare. Chicks, on the other hand, are rampant, and require no effort. Everyone looks for the easiest conquest, who requires little conquering. Unfortunately, there are endangered species, such as myself, who still yearn for passion, romance, and true love.
