I just finished reading Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight. I must say, it was really good… Talking about romance and love, about falling in-love despite all the odds…

I fell in love with the main male character, Edward, the first time he came into the story. Her leading lady, no matter how fictitious the entire thing is, is very, very lucky. Edward, a vampire, is, humorously ironic, hot inside and out. I find myself biting my lip each time Meyer described how perfect he is—from his flawless face, to his perfect body, to his irresistible smile, to his hot lovely voice, to his charming stubborn attitude, no matter how smug he gets sometimes… Ah, how I wish I meet my own dream man soon!

I’d care for him, love him as I do myself—maybe even greater at times—be the apple of his intense eyes. I will promise him the best days of his dating life. After all, I’m not all sugar and spice. I know a lot of good things about adult fun myself—and we all know men seeking women all have that in mind. So I will be the most suitable, if not the best, girlfriend he ever had!

— Venice

You may be wondering why instead of going out with my girl I stay here and babble. Why over fine dining and some nice bedroom desert I chose to stay at home with my dog Clive. I know I can always dial my girl’s number… I’m just not sure which of them party girls are free tonight. Or which of them would settle with hanging out by the fireplace until we both fall asleep. Nice and romantic, huh? Yet lo and behold: I am single. Oh and did I mention I’m 36?

Life’s a bit of a drag. I go to work, endure my boss, pay my bills and hangout with the guys… and listen to their girl problems. Well, not exactly: just a contest on whose sex life rocks the most. Or whose girlfriend has the best combo of cooking-massaging-lap dancing. But what choice do I have? I respect a man’s need to be numero uno in career, love and sex at least in front of his loving buddies… But it really doesn’t help if you’re finally thinking about that resignation letter after five long years, let alone not having that special woman whom you’d consult whether to start with a “Dear Sir” or just pull a one-liner farewell and get it over with. Much less the hope of ever meeting that woman at all.

I mean, of course I can keep goofing around with the girls. I’m all for sex dating but I’m also looking forward to romance too. And married life at some points looks inviting nowadays—but I’m getting way ahead of myself here. So yeah… High school crushes, college three-month girlfriends are history. Hook-up-then-break-ups should be just a thing of the past. I’m more than ready for some adult dating now. Time to get serious again after SATs: It’s about time I find someone to share my life with, to shape my dreams with…It’s about time I have someone to care for, and pamper, and love… and of course match sex drives with. Wait the minute, partner: That’s exactly what I’ve been up to these past few years!

So the problem remains…

Excuse the girly flick cliché: but where the heck is She?