I just finished watching Cupid, the new ABC TV series about well… Cupid, the god of love. The premise of the show is that the god is rejected from Mt. Olympus because of the sad state of finding love in modern society. His job is to pair 100 couple before he’s allowed back home.
I was intrigued. And on some levels I still fall for the fairytale, TV crap that doesn’t represent a real sense of life and love. [Spoiler alert... sorta]
Do I really believe that I’m going to fall madly in love with someone, who will fly over oceans to reach me and confess his love? No. Of course not. But I don’t think love is dead. Despite the cynicism and high percent of divorce rates, I do think love is out there. For me even. I still believe, someone (maybe even someones) will love me in all my imperfection and would proclaim his love for me. Who finds my dorkiness adorable and has patience when I don’t. A love that’s easy and doesn’t require me to pull out my hairs to make him care.
I’m utterly surprised by myself. Even after a devastating break up, a true core shaker, watching Cupid brought out hope that I deserve love… and not despair that it would never happen to me.
So here’s to taking chances, even if it means falling and picking myself back up again.
(I never thought I’d be here. Going to school in Philly brought out the cynical side, but something about the spirit of the Bay Area brings out the risk taker in me. 
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Hi Jany,
I watched the pilot too. We should have Cupid watching parties. I liked all the Greek Mythology weaved into the dialog and story line.
- LG