M.T.N, I Love You
For those of you living under a rock or suffering from a clinical case of depression; yesterday was Valentines Day.
If you were like me you were inundated with pictures of flowers, food, hugs, kisses, and a plethora of other -you should keep it to yourself because no one cares metaphors- captioned with the ever constant, “I love you”.
I read an interesting article in the New York Times citing that this past year more people actually broke up on Facebook than ended up in relationships… Besides thinking that was hysterical it got me thinking.
What do I really love?? Or sans that, who do I really love that isn’t going to end up as a status update??
Well, my Mom was my valentine but that doesn’t count.
I also love wine, happy hour, cover bands, and Internet porn.
But you know what.. I’d have to say that my one true love… That, ill always be there, I can be your little spoon whenever you want, let’s run away together kind of love… Is the mountain.
The mountain isn’t going anywhere. Just when I think the relationship is over in comes a fresh 3 feet of that -I can’t sleep, let’s make breakfast in the lift line, bring out the fattys- kind of dump.
The honeymoon stage never ends with the mountain. It gives me that warm and fuzzy roller coaster feeling every time I put down my goggles. Every turn. Every time.
The mountain doesn’t have to call back. It updates it’s conditions every hour just to let me know it’s ok.
You can’t have sex with the mountain. But you can do it on the gondola with someone you’ve just met there!
The list goes on and on… And on some more.
I mean, I’m just saying… If Facebook is any indication; it’s time to embrace what will never disappoint you. And that one true love for me just happens to be skiing.