Pittsburgh At Night

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond...

Hahaha... no. For those of you who don't know, I'm quoting the opening sentence from Walden by Henry David Thoreau. What really follows will be my reflection on a 20-something single life in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,... and I'm anything but living alone in a city of half a million people. Not unlike Thoreau, though, my goal is to discover what it takes to have a successful single life, to have, more importantly, a successful life in general, to transcend the mundane into something spectacular. What does it mean to live?

Strange, I know, to equate successful dating with a successful life. But is it really that shortsighted? Consider evolution, the process of adaption and natural selection, where members of the species who display the best traits (the best adaptations), the ones most likely to ensure our survival, are selected by members of the opposite gender for procreation. Women, then, desire a man who demonstrates that he can best ensure his and his families survival, i.e. a successful man, one who accomplishes his goals. Therefore, everything in life--every choice, every thought, every emotion, every endeavor--builds, contributes to, a successful life that ultimately makes me more attractive to women.