Color Me Comeback

-Color Me Comeback

For those of you who have been keeping score, or keeping up, I have been off my game and practically out of the playing arena. There has been no race to the romantic finish line, no batting for affection and certainly no game, set, match. For the past several months my dating scorecard reads all zero and no love, my tennis racket has been collecting dust. I’ve played more Wii tennis then I have lovegames. Maybe Lady Gaga was right when she said it always seems to start the same, but the middle and the ending are completely different. Sure there are basic steps and similarities to a relationship; but when they occur, how they occur and who makes them occur are harder to control then Kirstie Alley in a Baskin Robbins. Having made myself more then acquainted with both ice cream and solitude all winter long, when the sunshine returned and the time came to actually get back on the dating horse I kind of forgot how to saddle up. Although I was no where near proper preparedness, I figured if Mickey Rouke could get nominated for an Oscar after all he had done I could put myself together for a date. It’s not like I hadn’t done it before, I knew what to expect and how it would most likely play out. After some self motivation speaking and a good strong ice tea I was ready to get back into the swing of things. Making a comeback is not that complicated, all you really need is a good synthesizer, a few racy music videos and a fan base that doesn’t mind a lip synced live show.
Maybe it takes more effort then originally thought…
It wasn’t long before I found out just how much goes into a proper comeback, and I have yet to find out what exactly goes into a triumphant comeback because that is clearly not what I did. I went into the situation basing it all on what I had done before, I was drawing a map using the pen of previous relationships; but basing your decisions on previous failures seems to be a rotten way of coloring the future. This ethos has become a favorite of mine lately, bleeding into nearly all parts of my life. Its one thing to know how to act in a situation, it is another thing to know how to react in a situation. Thinking you know how to handle the situation placed before seems very pompous, because all you really know is what worked in the past. There is no way to really know what will work for the future. I do believe it is time to get some new crayons and start coloring in different shades. Use purple where you used to have green and trade blue for yellow, get red instead of black; basically I think we should try something new because what we use to consider masterpieces is beginning to look like master failures.
Artwork aside, I have a lot to figure out before I am in triumphant territory anytime soon. Realizing that I was basing and setting expectations for the future, off of what had occurred in previous relationships, was like biting into tofu thinking you were going to chew some steak. Disturbing, very unsettling and it leaves a nasty taste in your mouth for quite some time. It’s not a matter of trying to saddle up again, it’s a matter of realizing you’re dealing with a completely new animal all together. Whatever you use to do to stay in the saddle might not amount to a hill of beans this time, it’s a whole new ride and you have to realize you might get bucked off. And let’s be honest, everyone gets bucked off so there is no shame in that; there is shame in not wanting to dust yourself off and ride again. So fill your six shooters with brand new crayons, cut a new horse from the pack and try your hardest to saddle up and hold on. Yee-haw.