"Why do you avoid love?" That was the question your mother would always as you when you rejected one of these blind dates. You went home for Christmas and all she, with the rest of your family, wanted was for you to find love. You had nothing against love in principle, it’s just felt so rude of her to ask that when you rejected her latest attempt. What kind of question what that? You come for Christmas and she was gonna ask you why do you avoid love? Did she think she was your therapist, that she needed to know everything that was going on with your genitalia. Why did it trigger you on this Christmas soon to come? Let’s unpack it. Everyone in your family was wondering why you didn’t have a man, why you always come home for the holidays single, and blah, blah, blah. And maybe it’s because, honestly, some guys out there smell like butt. Did they think about that? Did they know how many times people on the internet argue as to whether or not you actually need to wash your legs? That was a fault in society you didn't wanna deal with. Maybe instead sitting there acting like you avoid love, Mom should send you a live-in carpenter that will give you hugs and make breakfast in the morning. One with a credit card that says “Here you go, honey. Go buy whatever you want,” and you’ll be like, “Oh, I can’t do that,” before snatching it. You wanted that! You don’t have any anxieties around love, you just feel like being bum rushed around Christmas of all times, just because everybody’s in a relationship or in love. "Why did I avoid love, Mom?" you thought "Because I got shit to do." But you didn’t say that. You yielded and offered to meet her spinning instructor. You groaned, not wanting another new age hippie, but instead you saw the most beautiful, buff man that made you wanna melt and weep, yet make you feel so safe in those big arms. Then when he spoke, that deep voice really got you. "Hi, I'm James," he smiled with those pearly whites. And, fuck, thos perfect blue eyes. Sigh. Fine, Mom. You win this round.