So...today I am going to wax all philosophical. Why? Because yesterday my company sent me to the Oktoberfest early to make sure our table would not be given away. "So what?" you ask (quite rightly). Let me tell you: I got there at 4 and the rest arrived at half past five. Hence, I was sitting there alone, being patronized by the waitress who felt sorry for me, starting to feel sorry enough for myself...

Now comes the philosophical part:

Since I was sitting there alone it occured to me that I was the only one in my company with no significant other (why the hell did they have to send me, they all would have had company!!) I started wondering about the nature of love. And I was thinking: Why did love survive? From an evolutionary point of view, I mean...Fair enough, procreation..but that works very well without love (even if men think women cannot distinguish, let me tell you: we can).

But love: Just imagine a Neo-Troglodyte sitting in front of his cave..being in love...swooning...dreaming...not paying attention to his surroundings...WHAM! Gets eaten by a sabre-tooth tiger.

Or unrequited love: Imagine another cave-dweller...love-sick...whining...pining..not paying attention...WHAM again!

So what I am saying is: love is only good for sabre-tooth tigers in the end.

Not that I do not endorse being in love...it is just not really productive to either be in love or to be love-sick. Though most of the time you fall in love with the wrong people. Let me elaborate my experiences for you:

1. Was in love with my best friend
   
2. Told me I looked like a frog. I met him recently, though and he has lost all his hair, gained 40 pounds and is heavily on drugs. Talk about justice, when you need it :)
   
3. Became my boyfriend but could not be persuaded to go out with me because he would not spend any money except on Alien Special Edition Videos *cough*nerd*cough*. Not that there´s anything wrong with buying lots of Videos/DVDs but when you have spent ages to find a cheap place to eat because Pizza Hut was "too expensive" while you starve to death you also start seeing shopping sprees with a less than thrilled eye. He also owned one T-Shirt (Metallica) which he would bring to his Mom now and then to get it washed. Since I saw my future life passing before my eyes and it was quite unexciting I broke it off. Met him recently. He was wearing the Metallica T-Shirt. He got married this summer...I wonder what he wore for the wedding. Well, never mind. Sounds quite shallow of me now that I read it but it was mostly the "not being able to tie your own shoes without Mom" that actually drove me away.
   
4. Shagged me and left
   
5. Became my boyfriend and started off our relationship by spending our first christmas with his Ex. Was more interested in his clothes and his motorcycle than anything else (apart from himself, a topic that yielded endless room for conversation). Still owes me money for de-hairing his back (eww... gross... yes I know)
   
6. Blossoming love suddenly ended when I discovered he was married. Well, two months is a long time during which his wife might have misbehaved and he needed comforting or some such...Basically the fact left me speechless. Why even bother to get married when you plan on cheating after two months' time??? (If he waited that long, I somehow doubt it.)
   
7. And finally....picked another wrong guy.
   

In case some people who know me and who are keeping stats on my love life are saying: "That does not quite add up"...I told you I could distinguish between love and not-love (not-love meaning: "oh well, he is quite cute but I would not mind if we split up again" or "Completely drunk and not realizing he has no chin until the morning after"). I actually would have to exclude No. 6 from the list because I never really was in love with him, so he does not count. But his story was too good to be left out...

Anyway. These are my experiences, and as you see they are not the best, so no wonder I am feeling a little bit put out with love at the moment. Feel free to share your experiences, too, if you´d like...