Have you ever been fishing? I’m not sure how many women have. Maybe that’s just sexist of me…it is assumable that between fathers, grandfathers, brothers, and boyfriends most women have fished at one point in time or the other. This girl personally enjoys fishing.
I’m no pro, but I can handle the squiggly worm, the frozen bait, and even (if small enough) remove that fish myself. I must admit that as peaceful as it can be, I’m not always game for catch and release fishing. Of course if the cute little fish is too small to fit in my stomach, I’ll let him be…but, I do think if you have put that poor little guy through fear, panic, and assumable pain you may as well eat him. That sounds terrible. But, a fun quote from my girl Gray in the movie Catch and Release is,“I think catch and release fisherman are heartless weenies. I think putting a fish through agony for nothing more than your own entertainment is just plain cruel. I think if you’re going to torture a living thing if, you’re going to make it look into the eyes of its maker, face its own puny little place in the universe, then, for God’s sake, have the decency to eat it!”
But, to restate…I like fishing…for FISH. Not men. I want to truly believe that there is still some special connection I may have with someone, not just bait that I hooked him with. Now, big breasts do help, but it’s hard to keep that fish once the bait is gone. You need something to keep it alive, something to keep it fresh, and though this will ruin the analogy, something to keep it real. If I knew what was needed to make it last forever, well, I may not have been writing this blog right now. But, I haven’t. Maybe you haven’t. But, trust me, catching a fish is not like catching a man. The key with relationships isn’t to catch, but to keep.
“Catching Fish; I’m sure it’s not that much harder than catching a man.” (Courtney, The Bachelor, Season Bajillion).
The Ginga Ninja