Welcome to the suckiest "romantic" generation thus far to walk the planet--where sliding into one's DMs is considered a form of endearment. Asking one on a "date" through text is the norm, and holding that first "date" in a bedroom isn't anything out of the ordinary as well. Ass over class, right? We Snapchat to ask how their day's going, instead of a simple phone call. It's not that it's too much effort, we just don't care enough to dial that number and give all ears to another. God, we're selfish.
We watch "The Notebook" to laugh about how drastically love has changed. Deep down we long for that Noah and Allie type relationship, but the hopeless romantics inside of us gave up those dreams years ago. We get to know someone for fun and games. We keep them around briefly so we don't feel as alone as we've felt nearly a lifetime. If along the way we become cursed with what's classified as "the feels," we play it cooler than the frost on our hearts. No big deal. On to the next one. Again and again and again. Till we finally find the one worth semi-settling down for. Which in turn has to end for one of two reasons.
One: We can't be tamed. And the thought of waking up next to the same person for the rest of our lives is so utterly boring.
Two: It's going rather well until your cold feet pull you back from diving into that pool of love. We're afraid to say how we truly feel so we play hide and seek. We shadow our feelings, in hopes those we like will find them through some magical mind reading power. And if never found, we won the saddest game you'd ever want recognition for. We lack the straightforward glue that's supposed to keep us together. We prance around the truth till our dance partner no longer cares to be dragged along the floor.
Welcome to the suckiest "romantic" generation thus far to walk the planet. We end relationships where they begin-- an aloof text expressing only half of what we are actually feeling. It is the era of break-up texts, lust, fake dating, and COWARDS. And I won't stand to be a part of it anymore. I'm sending "cya l8ter" to a phase that should have ended the day it began. Let's bring back that Notebook, kissing in the rain, interlocked finger hand holding, emotion-filled, just because flowers, surprise night on the town, exclusive kind of dating.