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After watching too many episodes of Sex and the City yesterday in my lethargic state a thought occurred to me. People always play that game, which one of the four characters are you? Friends have said I’m like Carrie because of this blog and the fun stuff it’s given me the chance to do, but I’m also as cynical as all hell which is a much more Miranda trait. I don’t get enough sex to be Sam but I’m not as uptight as Charlotte.

I sit and watch the show and at least every second episode there is something that gets me crying and I’ve always been a total romantic sap but throw in my cynicism and you have a strange contrast. Give me an example I hear you say. Here you go.

Take sleeping beauty for instance. If I stumbled across a beautiful princess asleep in the forest in a glass box, I’d be one of two things, one, looking around for the psycho nutbag that slipped her the rohypnol and put her in a box to asphyxiate or, two, the dickhead that slipped her the rohypnol in the first place so that I could tick her into thinking I saved her.

Rumplestilskin? Short man with power issues stealing a child equals pedophile.

Cinderella and her Prince Charming? They meet at a party wearing masks pretending to be someone else, they dance once and he stalks the entire city with her shoe. Codependent game players with a foot fetish anyone? Their son will end up a drag queen.

As cynical as I am, I’m still keeping an eye out on the off chance a gorgeous prince on a white horse rides up to my door.

The wedding I went to yesterday was one of the nicest and most simple I’ve been to in a long time. There were about 50 guests maximum, the bride looked relaxed and happy, the groom, my old school mate, was having a great time and it’s so nice to see two people who really do seem to compliment each other beautifully.

One of the girls from school was saying that her mother is going to be a registered marriage celebrant and was asking her if she and her partner, another woman, were ever going to get married. That started the discussion about whether or not it’s worth doing while it’s not legally recognised. I’ve never seen the point in gay people having a traditional faith based service but I’m all for standing up in front of my friends and making a committment. One day, if Mr Right ever happens along, all my friends and family will find themselves at a huge bbq and we’ll surprise them with an exchanging of rings. That’s how I see it. What would you do?

Like that itch that just won’t go away, Valentine’s has flared up again in a rash of commercial sentimentality across Sydney. The symptoms are everywhere, blotches of red roses, cards and shiny wrapped chocolates everywhere, men are looking stressed and women anxious. What says I love you without her expecting a diamond? Will he send me anything or is it another year on the shelf?

This year my immunity is up and I don’t seem to be hit with the VD blues… yet. It’s funny how, as a single guy, even though it is commercial bullshit, the whole thing can get you down. This is the millionth year in a row that I’ve not had someone to snuggle up to. Being the total romantic that I am, it’s those little things I want, someone to make coffee for, someone to cuddle when I get home, someone to sit silent with on the lounge, experience all those great things that are better shared. I have loads of friends that I love, but no one I’m in love with.

To everyone that’s feeling the same, and to everyone that’s briefly flitted across my romantic radar this year, and to everyone that reads this blog happy Valentines day!