The Hard-Pressed Holiday Dater

all the glitz, glam & gluttony that comes with this time of year in our overstuffed, overwhelmed, neon-light-extravaganza-empire provoke through the television screen on the streets, in the restaurants, in the parks, in the stores, in the warmest of places & the coldest, a sense that one must be attached to another to frolic with the fishes to be capable of anything close to happiness. so like clockwork, desperation piles in & those who might never have settled for such ridiculous company, turn over a new leaf (regardless of whether they are really sincere to themselves about the whole thing)--- what follows is a series of dates that hold none of the importance that a relationship which might of spontaneously ignited with a growing interest from both individuals culminating in an explosion of newness & beauty which may very well flourish into any number of positive things--- these dates fulfill their obligations they help the making of appearances at family functions they ensure a conversation piece (no matter how dull) at any number of parties or public gatherings & quite possibly they might keep said individuals seemingly warm through the winter months. but when the new year has rung in all the bells & whistles of reality, and after valentine day’s capitalist pounding takes its toll the side-effects of the holiday dater’s submission to such a desperate move become apparent & everything soon crumbles when the spring months begin to show the face of freshness riling even the most committed to look elsewhere for that burst of energy--- soon the december to may is traded in for a may to december.