{"id":5122,"date":"2011-09-27T13:04:04","date_gmt":"2011-09-27T18:04:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=5122"},"modified":"2011-09-27T13:04:04","modified_gmt":"2011-09-27T18:04:04","slug":"stories-to-definately-avoid-if-you-believe-in-love-scenario-1-remember-i-warned-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/5122","title":{"rendered":"Stories To Definately Avoid If You Believe In Love: Scenario 1. Remember, I Warned You."},"content":{"rendered":"

Another one of the Big Three<\/em> major loves of my life finally decided to get himself a Facebook account recently…I discovered during another of my periodic name searches. \u00a0 I mentioned on my status update that I wished there was a Forget You pill I could take, but that I’d only take it for one of the Big Three<\/em> (Hi Keith!). \u00a0 A friend then directed me to the film, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I was already aware of that film, although I haven’t watched it yet. \u00a0 But the central plot device is a beautiful one for a romance story: Two people who choose to undergo a procedure that makes them forget about each other, who then hook up again later anyway, which means they were really meant for each other to begin with. Yes, yes…a very lovely tale of true romance. And one I’d happily read myself, if it were presented to me in a gay context.<\/p>\n

Writing it myself is another matter, and not just because I’d have to copy it outright from somebody else, a thing I regard with distaste when I see other would-be artists doing that. \u00a0 On the other hand, Picasso himself said a mediocre artist copies and a great artist steals. \u00a0 And this plot device is just brimming with possibilities.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately for you dear reader, those possibilities always seem to take a dark and morose turn with me. \u00a0 I can’t imagine why that is. \u00a0 But in the interest of getting some of this stuff that has always been percolating in me ever since I can remember…I seem to be able to think up more ideas then I ever have time to follow through on…let me belabor you with a few scenarios for a novel or movie. \u00a0 Go ahead and use them. \u00a0 If they flop and everyone hates you for making them sit through it, you can always blame me.<\/p>\n

Here’s Scenario 1<\/strong>…there isn’t much to it. \u00a0 Call it, The Good Life<\/em>…<\/p>\n

It’s about a gay guy who tries all his life to find his soul mate. \u00a0 Comes out to himself as a teen, but instead of going through fear and loathing about his sexual orientation, he accepts it, and tries extra hard to make himself worthy of a nice boyfriend. \u00a0 Gets good grades, graduates near the top of his class, never cheats or lies or steals. \u00a0 He’s no cardboard prude by any means, but he tries extra hard to be a worthy lover, so he can attract the man of his dreams. \u00a0 Unfortunately for him, all he ever gets are the boyfriends from hell…the ones attracted to Nice Guys because they’re easy to manipulate and fun to cheat.<\/p>\n

That’s his life. \u00a0 One bad, failed romance after another after another after another. \u00a0 His gay friends are no help either. \u00a0 Oh they believe in love all right…but they think our hero is a tad childish to believe in Romance and finding that man of your dreams. \u00a0 Better they keep telling him, to settle for Mr. Right Away instead of Mr. Right. \u00a0 Who knows they say, that sexy rent boy you purchase for an evening might turn out to be a steady thing. \u00a0 And if not, hey, he’s affordable at least. \u00a0 Time and again, though he never finds out what the audience does, they fail to connect him to other guys who might actually be right for him. \u00a0 Romance is for daydreamers.<\/p>\n

Eventually he’s a very old man. \u00a0 And one day he realizes this is all that will ever be. \u00a0 \u00a0 He sees that he will never find that love of his life after all, that he is going to die alone and loveless, never having been loved, never having had that life affirming body and soul relationship with another person, never known that quiet peaceful joy of holding, and being held in the arms of the one you love. \u00a0 Now, at the twilight of his life he sees, finally, the reason that there are so many beautiful love stories out there isn’t because there really are so many beautiful love stories out there, but that so terribly many people are like himself, lost and lonely and aching for a love that will never come. \u00a0 He wishes he had never been born.<\/p>\n

But all is not hopeless. \u00a0 Modern technology has an answer for everything. \u00a0 He takes the last little bit of his life savings and goes to a clinic, where they replace all his bad memories of failed romances with a fake memory of meeting his soul mate when they were both teenagers and they have a happy life together and then in their shared old age his soul mate dies (peacefully of natural causes) and he morns. \u00a0 But then he goes on with his life because they both promised each other that they would if one of them died before the other.<\/p>\n

He leaves the clinic knowing only that he had checked himself in for a very normal and natural case of depression after his one true love had passed away. \u00a0 The doctors and nurses there he remembers, were all very kind to him, and all said he’d been a very lucky man to have found such a beautiful meaningful love, and he left the clinic feeling a little sorry for them, because they were still searching for it.<\/p>\n

He spends his last few years peacefully remembering his lover, spouse and soul mate, and dies one day a happy man, knowing he had lived life to its fullest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

You see? \u00a0 Even horror stories can have happy endings.<\/p>\n

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