2008 Woodie Awards
Love: Too High a Price
Adam Casas
Issue date: 2/9/05 Section: Opinions
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El amor es perro. Love is a dog.
It is that time of the year when all you puppets of love start buying dumb heart-shaped boxes of chocolates from Rite Aid and bundles of over-priced roses. You take your sweethearts to expensive restaurants because you forgot all year about Valentine's Day.
Thank God I don't have to worry about a sweetheart. I'm single for a reason. You might think I'm a bitter sourpuss, but what I'm about to tell you is the bloody truth about love.
I was in a relationship once, if you want to call it that. That relationship was more filled with drama than the Pantages Theatre and a Mexican soap opera on Telemundo put together.
Out of that crazy ordeal, my ex and I brought forth into this world a beautiful, articulate, little princess: Josephine, my 4 year-old daughter.
Now that I'm approaching 30 and I'm still not married. Four years after Josephine's arrival, I still choose to be single. I'm in no rapid time to have my heart chopped up like liver.
Building a relationship involves baby steps, one at a time. Don't have any expectations. Be honest with each other. We all know that there are players, pimps, and Casanovas out there with intentions on playing you, so watch out.
Stay single for a while until you're ready for commitments. Learn to be each other's best friend first; it makes the sex even better. Learn to communicate. Learn to understand.
Avoid jumping into a relationship because your parents tell you it's time to get married.
Love is a gamble. Sometimes it hurts like hell when you get screwed over by it, might take years to overcome the break up, but remember: you have to love yourself before you can love someone else.
I don't know if I'm ever going to meet that someone special, but I do know that I'm not going to kill myself trying to find her.
I'm too busy juggling full time work, taking care of my daughter, writing for this demanding school paper. That special person would have to be really understanding and able to share me with the rest of my responsibilities.
But when I look at my parents who have been married more than 30 years, I think I finally know the secret: everyday is supposed to be Valentine's Day.
It is that time of the year when all you puppets of love start buying dumb heart-shaped boxes of chocolates from Rite Aid and bundles of over-priced roses. You take your sweethearts to expensive restaurants because you forgot all year about Valentine's Day.
Thank God I don't have to worry about a sweetheart. I'm single for a reason. You might think I'm a bitter sourpuss, but what I'm about to tell you is the bloody truth about love.
I was in a relationship once, if you want to call it that. That relationship was more filled with drama than the Pantages Theatre and a Mexican soap opera on Telemundo put together.
Out of that crazy ordeal, my ex and I brought forth into this world a beautiful, articulate, little princess: Josephine, my 4 year-old daughter.
Now that I'm approaching 30 and I'm still not married. Four years after Josephine's arrival, I still choose to be single. I'm in no rapid time to have my heart chopped up like liver.
Building a relationship involves baby steps, one at a time. Don't have any expectations. Be honest with each other. We all know that there are players, pimps, and Casanovas out there with intentions on playing you, so watch out.
Stay single for a while until you're ready for commitments. Learn to be each other's best friend first; it makes the sex even better. Learn to communicate. Learn to understand.
Avoid jumping into a relationship because your parents tell you it's time to get married.
Love is a gamble. Sometimes it hurts like hell when you get screwed over by it, might take years to overcome the break up, but remember: you have to love yourself before you can love someone else.
I don't know if I'm ever going to meet that someone special, but I do know that I'm not going to kill myself trying to find her.
I'm too busy juggling full time work, taking care of my daughter, writing for this demanding school paper. That special person would have to be really understanding and able to share me with the rest of my responsibilities.
But when I look at my parents who have been married more than 30 years, I think I finally know the secret: everyday is supposed to be Valentine's Day.