Woes of a Romantic-phobe

In a world where hopeless romantics rule Valentines Day .Where everybody seems to be stuck in the twilight zone waiting for Mr. Cupid’s love bow and arrow to struck them– I hide.

These stuffs drive me away like a mosquito from an insect repellant. It’s like water and oil… no matter how you try to get them together it never mixes. I’m superbly curious what forces of nature had combined to leave me in my current trance.

Though I’m perfectly equipped with my hypotheses:

Hypothesis # 1:   

I was accidentally injected by an anti-romance vaccine when I was a baby.

Hypothesis # 2:

I happen to sat on the President of the UCF (Universal Cupids’ Federation) squashing him like a bug and got permanently stripped of by my privileges to sample their product. 

Hypothesis # 3:

One of my supposedly fairy godmother was not invited to my baptism and like Sleeping Beauty or Ella Enchanted, I was cursed.

The hypotheses are endless. Though a hypothesis is a hypothesis, a mere guess and mine were a total nonsense. I guess formulating these crazy antics is my way of escaping infinite questions from everybody who asks why there are still no love bubbles floating on top my head. 

You see, my story would be a blockbuster movie in the making and like any great movies it require great deal of time. It should have the perfect leading man to portray the role. Casting is not an easy job for one must do trial and error and get a scratched a knee, a broken arm or fall down a cliff to stumble on him if by then you’re still breathing.

At the moment, I can say I’m not in a rush and not for years to come. It will hit me if it will. For now, let me say I’m a certified romantic-phobic so leave me be if I happen to puke at the mushiest things you gushes on. I may happen to do the gushing and you the puking in return someday that my beloved readers remain to be seen.

For the cupids planning their next assault… a little rumba and cha-cha could benefit you more. Take my advice do practice more so by next time you aim your arrow at me it won’t end at somebody else’s butt.

Into this day I still pledge on my undying beauty secret:

No vices, no enemies, no love life.

It’s all about choices. I choose mine this way. Liberating myself with independence. Waving the banner of the Singlehood Since ICE AGE.  No entrance fee necessary.