The Love Doctor Is In

by Rajul Punjabi

“That’s it,” Preston said to me on the pancake night, “I’m officially fed up. I’m going back to the way I was in college. I’m not going to be as open any more – it just messes up everything.”

My eyes widened. “No! Hell no. You didn’t come this far to just revert back to player status. No good can come of that.” I secretly questioned myself though, since at this point in time, my dating situation is no different than college, minus all that weed smoking.

It took me about three more hours, but I finally convinced him that these experiences happen to teach us things – not just about relationships and love – but about ourselves and what we want out of life. It sounded like a lot of hokey, even to me, but I think he bought it because he left my apartment in a calmer state.

Again, it’s wrong, but every time one of my male friends gets treated like crap by a woman, I breathe a little sigh of relief because I realize that even though we’re creatures on completely different ends of the spectrum, we’re still the same species. We still beat with the same heart (even if I do think men have an extra few layers of thickness to theirs).