The one that never got away…

Forgive me for the obvious nature of this blog, but I felt that this was an appropriate topic to talk about given the month we’re in. The topic for today is… 

Yes, sadly, I feel the need to talk about that little four letter word that makes everyone a touch unstable. I appreciate in advance that the lovely owners of this company will probably block this blog for being cynical when they are all loved up, but I’m going to try! (See Kate’s previous blog if you haven’t – I’m saying nothing!).

As a single man in London, I am witnessing what can only be described as the slow decline of all my coupled up friends into a romantic paranoia. The fear that is seeping in steadily through their partners question of “So what’re we doing for Valentine’s Day?” has taken hold of the majority of them now. One or two people cling to the attitude of playing it by ear, but I know that by the weekend they’ll be on the phone to Moonpig desperately seeking that perfect card.  The poor saps – I don’t envy them at all.

I won’t deny that the idea of a date on Valentine’s Day would be really nice and I certainly won’t lie and say that I want to spend it alone. That simply isn’t true. However, I have, over time, become something of a realist. I know this won’t happen for oh so many reasons, which I won’t go into, but suffice to say I shall be throwing my usual ‘Anti-Valentines’ day bash. Anyway, that’s not even the theme of this blog…

The real reason I wrote this was just to question the whole logic of love and why we’re so obsessed, as a race, with finding Mr or Mrs Right? We manage for a large period of our lives as a single entity, but when we hit 16, we become utterly obsessed with the idea of needing someone to ‘complete us’. However, it can’t just be anybody – that would be too easy. We have to find our soulmate. The One.

They also need to be reasonably good looking, which means the unattractive ones don’t have a shot in hell! Why should it be that features get you further than personality? There is a group of people, and trust me when I say that you know some, who are looking out for you, making you feel good when you’re down and offering themselves up as a should to cry on until someone better comes along. Decent of them eh?

I’m using this blog to make a stand for the decent ones. The ones who never get away. The ones who will be there, listening to all your tales of why men/women are so awful, all the while feeling nothing but love for you. The one’s you’ve cast off as being ‘too good a friend’ to date. Where is the logic in that statement?! The person who knows you the best and cares about you to almost the same degree as your family doesn’t warrant being considered as a potential romantic partner? That, my hat wearing friends, strikes me as a little odd!

I advocate the growth of the ‘romantic friend’ movement. I shall champion this fight and take it to our romance filled streets! Who will join me? It’s easy to start – all you do is have a look around you next time you’re single, and look a little closer to home this time. Perhaps the right person for you is an awful lot closer than you thought. It could be the start of a beautiful new relationship…or not…but hey, why not give it a shot, just to say you tried! Join the RF movement this year and fight for the little guys and girls!

At the end of the day though, love is something that we all seemingly crave, for various reasons. I won’t argue a case against love because I know I would lose. All I will say is, don’t follow the pack. Find it where you want it and enjoy it for all it is!

Have a fantastic Valentine’s Day with someone special, or join me down the pub if you’d rather. I’ll be there all night!

Much love, Simon xx