Why am I alone? Why can't I find "him"? Is it me? Or them?? For all you love-seekers out there, for everyone who has thought that everyone has got his "one" next to him, but you, this is for you.
When the wait is over, and the right time comes, and the perfect message gets to your Gaydar account, from the perfect stud, he is all what you want in a guy, and he matches your prince charming criteria indisputably. Now you got all pumped up with fever, anticipation, and sexual helpless fascination, you reach out for second base, and you start recruiting the best troop you have to "try" to impress that person. Let's assume that he gave you his MSN messenger ID, you go pick up the best picture for you, either for the body or face, then you pick up the most caching phrase and put it instead of your username, then not-knowingly you type the word hi with a smiley face next to it. You start chatting him with a passion for knowing every little detail, giving him the feeling that you are interested, sometimes you take it too far that you start asking him philosophical latent questions showing him that you can be sexy and innovating, rather than plain sexy. And when he starts to trade back questions, and you are now on a rosy cloud of entente and mutual understanding, you celebrate by exchanging numbers. Ring ring, he missed call you, you (supposedly) save his name, and a trademark for him, maybe blue eyes, or nice lips, or just, SEXY.
Now it's Thursday night and you have the expectant holy date, it's at 8 pm, you'll meet him near 4th circle, and you'll have a spin in his car, to see where it will lead you, to hot sexy town of great kissing, hugging and utter satisfaction or back to desperate pajama nights with your snoochy best friend. You take the perfect path, and indulge yourself with expensive only-for-special-occasions body scrub, and you just crown your body with an exquisite smell and a last minute pushups and sit-ups exercises in a desperate move to magically make all those belly fats and jello-like skin under your arms disappear! You put on the most exciting outfit, with a special move here and there, maybe a necklace that gives out a statement, or the way that you do your hair, or anything else that proves that you are not like anyone else that he has met before, and you could be his dream that he has always pursued and longed for!
It's already 8:13 pm, and you got to the rendezvous locale and your blazing energy and your poignant feeling toward Mr. (hopefully the one) has started to fade away for his lack of this one characteristic that you worship in a guy, punctuality. But you keep crossing your fingers that he has pumped into something very important that held him that long, you haven't finished curling your middle finger over the forefinger, and you see the car he has described earlier, a big turn on, and a lavish taste," I like that", the devil inside you says, but you don't care that much, because with the heat that you got from his pictures, any car will do just fine, even if he came on feet!
He stopped the car, and you with high self-confidence, and a little place for earth quakes and unsettlement in your heart, you open the door and place your left foot inside the car gracefully, and you turn your head towards him with elegance and high anticipation, to glimpse the revealing smile that shows a set of pearls you saw earlier in the pictures, and those big brown eyes with a smash of shyness yet allure in them that has captured you previously, and the messy spiral black hair that really turned you on…But, wait, who is that??? Where is my Prince? Where is my George clooney?? You are more like my Michael Jackson after surgery, WORSE! With saggy eyes, and blemished face, topped with disheveled white left-overs of hair! And a trembling hand moving towards my hand expecting a warm handshake, and so you budge to shake hands, but with unbreakable abstractedness from this emotional trauma.
And so, you get out of the car, ending this date like the other dates you've been on throughout the last few months, with the same numbness and distraction, letting the curtain fall on your chance in meeting YOUR one. You are not shocked from the way he looked, you are just blown from the fact that he lied to you with that persona he imitated. But someday, you will pump head-first with him, and that story will take place, just don't rush it, because if you do, it will run away to the closest person who is not as prepared as you are…
Editor’s note: With this article we’re not encouraging anyone to ride along with strangers and heading for car dates, we’re totally against that for its countless dangers, and really, what does it make you look like when you ride along with a stranger in his car? However we’re also not attacking older people, we’re attacking the lie itself. By this article we aim for more personal message, fun, and the gayest traumas that attempt our city Amman!