Love isn’t Fair

I am sitting in Starbucks in the middle of Tulum, Mexico. I am trying to craft an enticing Facebook post to announce my upcoming book about love. LOVE. Yes, I said love.

I am staring at the counter where people order overpriced bean water. There is a blonde girl with tan skin and a cute smile. The goose next to her is grabbing her ass. Playfully. She brushes his hand away and giggles. They are in love. Or at least he is.

I loathe them.

Next to them are two guys in their early 30’s. They are hugging. Fawning all over each other. Smiling so hard it hurts. Totally in love.

I loathe them too.

I am single, old, alone, and writing a fucking book about love. Go figure.

I want what they have. Youth. Infatuation. Freedom. Bliss. The ecstasy of Fresh love. The stars and the universe. Country music songs and long walks on the beach.

More and more young, tan, sexy people parade through the Starbucks. Tulum boasts white sands, endless jungles, and perfect food. Pretty girls with pretty guys. Sun-kissed, muscles, youth, and good hair. Things of the past for me.

Every single human being ever born has craved the bliss of falling in love. There is no greater feeling in the world. The mind goes crazy and the rest of the world disappears. Chemicals and hormones dance through the body. Euphoric. An illness called lovesick.

Then the thought train starts in my mind.

What is love?

Am I too old to find love?

Will I ever find love?

Am I even capable of intimate love?

Am I tan enough?

Should I grow my hair long?

Love is the greatest feeling of your life. It is also the worst. Is there anything more powerful?

Trey

I would love your support as I painstakingly write my first book. I am pre selling copies to support publishing efforts. If you are curious, please see my video…