A guy’s point of view…by a boy named Ashley
One fine day last week, I was talking with a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. Amidst the small talk, I asked how her husband was doing. She said, with a heavy heart, they had recently divorced. This friend of mine: She’s beautiful, she’s perfect, she’s full of life and no man in his right mind would let her go. Somehow, that’s just what happened.
On that same fine day, I spoke with another friend who is currently being swept off her feet. She’s falling, tumbling, diving head-first into love. She’s blinded by it. And that’s okay with her. In fact, she thinks it’s pretty damn nice.
I drove home that night thinking of both of these friends. I thought about how every single day people find love… and everyday people lose love. It seems this constant cycle is what life is all about. There will be those beautiful times when you meet someone. When you fall in love. When you do cartwheels in your living room thinking about them because keeping both feet planted on the ground just doesn’t make sense at a time like this. And there may be those “other times”, too. When something happened and it’s gone. Sometimes you can’t even pinpoint what it was. It’s just… gone. You will cry, you will shake, you will learn how to make yourself happy again.
They say it’s hard in LA. I don’t believe that. I don’t believe it’s any harder to find love here than it is in New York. It’s no more difficult to find love in New York than it is in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The reality is love is hard to come by, no matter where you are on the map. That’s why it’s so cherished. The difference is–because LA is filled with self-obsessed, celebrity crazed people–the stories you hear of love are not very inspiring. When a model tells me she’s dating the lead singer of so-and-so band and how life on tour is so wild. I am not impressed. When a publicist tells me that her up and coming actress client is “secretly” dating so-and-so movie star, but the paparazzi got a shot of them together, I am not impressed.
When you’re ready to be impressed, park your car in downtown Culver City near the cafes–the beautiful little walking square lit up by fairy lights thru the trees–recline your seat a bit and watch the everyday couples. Watch as a young man takes his dates’ hand at the crosswalk as they walk towards the movie theater. Watch the older couple having coffee, laughing between sips. Watch as two people kiss so deeply that they become unaware of the hundreds doing circles around them. This is where time stands still for a lucky few. This is where inspiration lives. As Shakespeare once wrote, “The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.”
Love comes at unknown times. It’s a raffle and we all deserve the prize. Just make sure you’re nearby and listening when your number is called out.