Gary Ghislain

I don’t know about you, but lately I’ve met tons of good people who don’t believe in love at all. Well, okay, I’ve only met on person like that - but she was terribly meaningful to me and she was also a really good monkey, deep down. But she seems to know a lot of other monkeys who are just like her and think that love is just extra sticky trouble added to an otherwise quite nice evening of heavy humping. The general consensus among those apes is that most people are walking around like perfect idiots looking for love like a bunch of emotional zombies - crawling and limping around, holding their bleeding heart out, trying to find warm bodies and bite off their lips Romero style - but with Adele playing in the background.     They may be right. I don’t know. But surely, to have that discussion, we need a good definition of what LOVE really is, don’t we? You have to buckle up for that one.   I don’t think love is the unbearable attraction between two perso

  I met somebody really nice last night at a birthday party. And as per usual with me, before you knew it, all discussions tended to flow toward the definition of romance and relationships. The funny thing when you’re 40 + and you meet with other dogs your own age, all you talk about is kids, divorce, custody, relocation, who get to keep the microwave - and later in the evening, the wine helping maybe, you inevitably go to that more dangerous territory of the downside of romance and the loss of love. When you’re 40, you have at least one HUGE romance behind you. (NB: If you don’t, comment on this post, give me a way to contact you, and we talk).   40 + people, we share that experience of being madly in love with someone, being ready to reschedule our entire existence for that person, abandoning all sense of self to become a “us”, and then, fast forward to many years later and a bunch of kids, when you would gladly strangle that motherf**ker. What happened? Is there

You don’t have time to blog. Oh come on, man. You have a mission. You have to get ready. This is not a beginner’s game. It’s at least the 12,000 th time you line up for that ride.  You need to exude confidence and ooze charm like goo coming out of a rotting body. Can you at least use better metaphors! It all started with a victory dance after you hanged up your phone. The person you like and got to known in a biblical sense wants to try the same roller-coaster again. You have like a million things to get right before you join her for another go at the amusement park. Let me think. You have to get fitter, younger, nicer, cleverer, and you have about 4 days to complete all that. Three, four: Confidence! Last time was easy. You didn’t know each other. You didn’t expect anything. You had nothing to prove. It wasn’t a date. It was accidentally colliding into each other at the bar and then finding your way to the beach just by bouncing around into walls a

You phone her back. Phoning is a big deal, right? Texting and facebooking, well, that’s prudent. It’s funny that. You can collide and be with someone totally, and then, poof, it’s done, morning comes, showers are taken, coffees are drunk, goodbyes are said and just dialing her number becomes a major struggle. You phone her back, I said. You’re in the strange zone. As I said in a post earlier, you’re puppies no more. You were both running around chewing cherry chewing gum and talking John Hughes movies when shoulder pads were in fashion. In other words, you’re a couple dinosaurs reaching each other on smartphones. “Oh, hello, hi,” you say, like you’re all surprised and accidentally fell and stumbled on her phone number and speed dialed it by mistake. “Oh, yeah, hello!” she says, and then she laughs the exact same laugh you liked so much the other night, and you’re thinking, bingo, laughing’s great, man. You remember all the good things. How she slid out of bed an

You don’t believe in real magic. Too bad for you! Magic does exist. It’s powerful and destructive. Do you really think two perfect strangers could be brought together if some magic wasn’t involved? Man, if you believe that, you’re so naive, it hurts. We’ve lost touch with the complex material that makes reality, and how to interact with it. We think it’s all economics. We think it’s all biology. We think it’s physics. The truth is that we’ve been sold a version of reality that’s as exciting as a dead sardine. And some of us are just struggling to emancipate from it and well ready to be called mad to pass on the message that there’s something beyond what your eyes can see, what you fingers can touch, and what your nearest pharmaceutical company want to sell you. Reasonable people are so boring - and so wrong at the same time - they should be sent well into a black hole and see how the alternated state of their reality look like when turned into a smoothie of time