I finally understand why surfers are like the ocean. They cannot be tamed, but just have to be accepted for who they are. Surfers are the independent and lonely warriors that glide on the fierce waves of the wild ocean looking to tame it. But only to find that the beast cannot be tamed, but must be obeyed. If a surfer ever fails to obey, then with one strike of its arm, the ocean will furiously pull a surfer under so deep, its lifeless body never returns to the surface.

I went to my first honky-tonk bar last night. It was in a small town where everyone knows everyone and their business. After another day of man-hating and bashing, my girlfriend and I decided to have some Saturday evening cocktails at the only bar close to her camp/work.

As we walked in, all of the local men turned and glanced at our fresh meat. It was probably the first time they had seen real classy girls in about a year and their tongues were obviously wagging. I ordered a cosmo, while my girlfriend ordered a stiff white Russian. The only form of entertainment in this bar was the rusty jukebox and the drooling locals. I preferred the jukebox and picked three songs that were not country. Unfortunately, I also got a side of local with my music. His name was Theo and he was the first to pounce.

I brought him back to our table for some more entertainment because homeboy was definitely tanked and easy to pick on. His friend, Nick, also joined us and our little foursome got off to a smashing start. However, I soon found that homeboys were nothing more than a bunch of lonely surfers.

Theo: A 31-year-old with two kids, never married, currently single, works as a contractor during the week and surfs his life away.

NicK: A 28 year-old with no kids, never married, just got on the market again, on the rebound, lives with parents, works for dad as a contractor and surfs when he has the time.

Joshua: A 36-year-old, no kids, never married, works in construction, single, lives, eats, and breathes surfing.

Behind their masks of confidence, I could see the loneliness in their eyes. The loneliness that comes when you fall in love with the ocean. They knew they could never love a woman as much. Their entire lives are wrapped up in the waves that hold and coddle them.

Yes, these men were nice, but they were wild ocean warriors. The waves that have brought them so much joy, are simple, uncomplicated, and pure. To them, no woman could ever compare to the ocean's kindness and gentle way. After my night with the surfers, I came to the conclusion that I could never be with a man who has already given his heart away to the ocean because these lonely souls will never give their heart away again.