On Muscles, Exercise and Looking for a Romantic Volunteer

Some mornings I wake up with a sore back. This is usually an indication that I need to stretch certain muscle in order to loosen them up. Some days I sit down to eat and I crave a certain food. This is usually an indication that my body is in desperate need of a certain vitamin or mineral. My body usually tells me when I need something. It’s a good way of keeping on top of things.

Lately, something beyond my body has been telling me that I need something. There is a muscle that I need to flex. There are skills that I need to use before they simply disappear forever. I really need a workout.

I need a romantic workout, that is. I need an outlet for all of the schmaltziness that is bubbling inside me. I need someone I can shower with old fashioned romantic attention. I need to court someone.

Cards sent through the mail for no reason.

Intimate dinners at home.

Nights cuddled on the couch with nothing but candlelight to dispel the darkness.

Whispering what is too silly to be said aloud.

Surprise visits with a favorite movie and a pint of ice cream in hand.

Weekend excursions around town.

Holding hands.

Kissing.

Romance.

I don’t need love. In fact, I have found that at this point in my life love is both too complicated and completely unattainable to bother with. But I do want to wine and dine someone. I want to let him know he is special. I want to put into action the kinds of things that my soul was meant to bring into the world.

I want to be that sappy guy that everyone dreams about having but no one really wants. I want to woo and sweep feet from the ground. I just don’t have any feet to sweep.

But surely there must be a volunteer out there. There has to be someone who is willing to let me exercise my romantic muscle on him. Certainly there is someone craving romance just as much as I am.

I just hope he hurries up and shows himself before my romance muscle dries up and becomes useless.