Good evening everyone, my name is (for all intents and purposes) Del Rozario, I'm a young male from Australia, and we are hopefully about to start an insightful journey together.
The word 'romance' is thrown around a lot today, and, as with terms such as 'charisma', 'grace' and 'love', it has been used and twisted, a shadow of what it used to mean. The modern man, faced with the daily dilemma of maintaining his manliness while simultaneously attempting to sustain real human connections, must rely on an ever confusing range of often conflicting information in deciding how to woo and keep the girl of his dreams.
Because winning the girl is the ultimate goal of male existence, right?
The point of my writing is not to defend or solve the confusion of current male existence. I do not and will not attempt to show that there is a better way, some sort of middle ground to salvation, I will certainly not be pretentious enough to pretend to hold such wisdom. Writing is a connection that exists not just to teach, but to inspire, to console, sustain, nurture.
This is the life of a modern romantic - a life that we lead or try to lead, yet are afraid to honestly detail.
Introductions having been dealt with - let me tell you about my Wednesday evening. After dabbling to my fill with good conversation and good food in some local pubs (I spent the night driving, not drinking), a friend and I struck out alone, leaving the comfort of known friends to hit the town. We started the night with cigars and whiskey in the bean-bag filled trunk of my car before hitting the clubs, introducing ourselves to pave our way through the night. Our evening was filled with loud music, tacky kebab vendors and skanky drag-queens - we entertained petty theft, got lost, witnessed fights, aided romance, insulted indie kids and their music, and danced the night away, washing it all down with the greasiest of pizzas.
It was the sort of night where, even sober, a guy could learn alot about his place in the world. So there's a few places I could go here - I could talk about my nights, I could talk about girls and romance, or just let my train of thought flow in true blog style.
Readers (few as there are) - thoughts?
<3 Del
The word 'romance' is thrown around a lot today, and, as with terms such as 'charisma', 'grace' and 'love', it has been used and twisted, a shadow of what it used to mean. The modern man, faced with the daily dilemma of maintaining his manliness while simultaneously attempting to sustain real human connections, must rely on an ever confusing range of often conflicting information in deciding how to woo and keep the girl of his dreams.
Because winning the girl is the ultimate goal of male existence, right?
The point of my writing is not to defend or solve the confusion of current male existence. I do not and will not attempt to show that there is a better way, some sort of middle ground to salvation, I will certainly not be pretentious enough to pretend to hold such wisdom. Writing is a connection that exists not just to teach, but to inspire, to console, sustain, nurture.
This is the life of a modern romantic - a life that we lead or try to lead, yet are afraid to honestly detail.
Introductions having been dealt with - let me tell you about my Wednesday evening. After dabbling to my fill with good conversation and good food in some local pubs (I spent the night driving, not drinking), a friend and I struck out alone, leaving the comfort of known friends to hit the town. We started the night with cigars and whiskey in the bean-bag filled trunk of my car before hitting the clubs, introducing ourselves to pave our way through the night. Our evening was filled with loud music, tacky kebab vendors and skanky drag-queens - we entertained petty theft, got lost, witnessed fights, aided romance, insulted indie kids and their music, and danced the night away, washing it all down with the greasiest of pizzas.
It was the sort of night where, even sober, a guy could learn alot about his place in the world. So there's a few places I could go here - I could talk about my nights, I could talk about girls and romance, or just let my train of thought flow in true blog style.
Readers (few as there are) - thoughts?
<3 Del
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