When Does Life Start To Imitate Art?

I am a hopeless romantic, Modern Philosophers, with a definite accent on the hopeless part of that title.

It’s not that I’m looking for love in all the wrong places, but more a case of love hiding from me so well that I’m never going to find it.

Recently, I’ve been getting a lot of emails from readers asking me why I simply don’t ask out whoever is the basis for Holly in the Aaron and Holly stories.

First off, was it really that obvious that Aaron is based on me?  I mean, I thought I did a very good job of hiding that fact.

Okay, so maybe all the sarcasm is one of the reasons why I can’t find a special someone.

Sure, Aaron is based on me.  Most of my protagonists are.  Lucky for them, they have a great writer who can always figure out a way for them to find love.

Me, on the other hand…I’ve got some real issues with the writers in charge of my life.  Why the hell can’t they create a leading lady and introduce her to story?  I’m not getting any younger!

Please excuse my tangential venting.  It’s how I deal with stress.

dating, humor, Modern PhilosopherBack to the original question.  Why don’t I ask out the woman who is the basis for Holly in all those stories?  Even though Aaron is oblivious to her feelings for him, it’s pretty obvious to anyone reading the stories that they would make a great couple.

Here’s the thing, Modern Philosophers: There is no real life Holly.

Holly is an amalgam of many women.  Some of them are currently in my life, and many of them are from my past.

Basically, she is my Frankenstein Dream Woman.  A combination of so many women who had made an impact on my life, captured my heart if only for a fleeting moment, and left an impression that I will never forget.

I know I have horrible luck with women, and my social awkwardness makes things even more difficult, but if someone as amazing as Holly was hanging out with me every Sunday, I would definitely ask her out.

dating, relationships, Modern PhilosopherI took the above photo on today’s run, and sent it to a friend with the caption: Every day after my run, I sit on this bench and hope that Holly will finally come out of hiding and reveal herself.

Yes, that is the bench I imagine Aaron and Holly sitting on every Sunday when I write those short stories.  Yes, I really do sit there after every run and hope.

I mean, crazier things have been done in the name of love, right?  And keep in mind, I’m looking across at Stephen King’s side of the river.  If something magical like a stranger sitting down next to me on that bench and becoming the love of my life is going to happen, it’s going to happen in Stephen King country!

It’s not like it’s easy to meet someone during a pandemic.  I’m trying Facebook Dating, but Zuckerberg and his clowns keep trying to match me up with women who live in Canada and other states.

So I guess I’m just going to put my faith in life finally imitating art.  Holly is going to show up someday on that bench, and we are going to live happily ever after.

Holly, if you’re reading this, I usually run pretty early in the morning, but if you that doesn’t work for you, leave me a note and I can be there at a time more convenient for you…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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8 Responses to When Does Life Start To Imitate Art?

  1. kristianw84 says:

    If you sit on that bench every day after your run and hope for Holly to sit down next to you, wouldn’t that make you a hopeful romantic?

    In all seriousness, I really hope she does. A gal should be so lucky…

  2. beth says:

    i say never give up

  3. markbialczak says:

    I think it’s time for host Danny to make you one of his guests on the Night Show, jumping up from the writing staff for one night, Austin. Your writing history and hopes are surely of interest to the people of Maine. A viewer of the show would read your back-blogs and show up on the bench. It is now out there in the universe.

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