Dating is trench warfare.

This post has been long in the making, mostly because I am constantly second guessing my theories on life, especially dating.  For entertainment's sake I've decided to just throw this up there anyway, whether or not it's a true principle.  It's just a theory, after all.  Now we just need to apply it to real life and see how well it holds true.

Dating.  It doesn't make sense.

There are merits to dating; such as cultivating healthy relationships, giving people time to really get to know each other and spend time together, so on and so forth.  But when it comes to the nitty gritty details of an individual's emotional welfare, dating can be a real battle.

First of all, I think we can all agree that there are two sides in this battle.  Boys vs. Girls.  All us men-folk camp out on our side of no-man's land, doing manly things all the time and wondering if this is all there is to life.  Women-folk are on their side, doing who knows what with their time and energy (how should I know, I'm in with the men, after all).  Every now and then some guy or girl builds up enough courage to single out someone they want to take out (on a date) and they charge across the barren fields of no-man's land.  Sometimes they make it.  Many times they're just gunned down in their tracks, except the only problem with this war is it won't kill you.  Then there is the long crawl dragging your broken self back to your side of the lines.  You patch yourself up, then start plotting your next line of attack.

Every once and a while, at times like Christmas or Easter, or even when the weather finally starts getting warmer again in the spring, relations tend to thaw a little bit.  Just like the old World War I soldiers, people will just climb out of their foxholes and meet up in the middle of the fields of war for a little party time.  Everyone should have at least one good friend of the opposite gender that they can just talk to--nothing more, nothing less.  Then afterwards they climb back into the trenches, and the next morning they're back at it again.

Of course there are many much more advanced tactics available than simply charging across the field, too.  I won't go into detail, but there certainly can be much debate over the effectiveness of spy planes, thickening your skin using personal armor of some type, or even area of effect weaponry such as mustard gas or grenades.  And, to be perfectly honest, I would not be surprised if this analogy only makes sense from the male perspective.  But there you are, from one shell-shocked young single adult to another, there's just one of the many thoughts that I've had run through my crazy brain in recent months.