It was a mortal sin committed in the league of Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Just as we thought that love is lovelier the second time around when out of nowhere the romantic bubble burst in a wink with one pardonable error getting in the way. Good that the critical situation was salvage in no time, if not, this aging gigolo would have end up holding the empty bag. Poor BGlante. A case of win some, lose some, it was a long arduous climb to win a love lost albeit temporarily nurtured through 17 years of relationship. From Day One, it was as if it was one love destined to last forever. One day last week it was in the brink of a love gone bust due to an honest mistake. On hindsight, the recklessness in this BGlante, almost resulted in having the impasse settled in favor of calling it quits. To our mind, it’s what the heck. We could have stuck to our guns that it was an honest mistake.

We consulted a close friend if at all, it was worth the drastic decision to dump this love struck dude on the basis of a simple infraction, but the curt repartee was that it was indeed a mortal sin to mess up with a love’s one’s birthday. If it was one honest mistake not to remember her birthday, this BGlante is ready to plead guilty. But so it seems that a guilty plea is not enough. By the way, what is enough to assuage raffled feelings or a bruised ego? We really don’t know. Try we must to win a love lost through reckless imprudence. But how in God’s name to win the heart of the other party again if she has lost interest even in talking to put things in its proper perspective. If no way is possible to win again this lost love, what better way to settle the issue? We hate to preside over the funeral of a love we believed destined to last forever but if despite conscious efforts to save it from outside forces then only the events will teach us on its hour.

After learning the ways of the world on the heels of living for so long thinking that we are not getting any younger, we have come to terms with reality; that there is still a ray of hope amidst the darkening clouds in the sunset years of our life. It helps that we are financially independent. Money is one magnet to the female specie. When one comes down to it, you will realize that indeed, age doesn’t matter and as the youngsters used to say-- old age is just a number. To those in the prowl of Mr. Nice Guys, it’s still age doesn’t matter, to say it plainly. After all is said and done, we are still left with so many options. At least at this point in our life, we can still afford to say “it’s better to have love and lost, than never to have love at all”. One important lesson out of the scary scenario of losing a love one is that important occasions like birthdays and anniversaries should always be remembered in one’s social calendar or run the risk of losing the love of your life who is very particular with important dates. This time, there’s no excuses that one is poor in history (i.e forgetting important dates easily). Under a best case scenario, to be safe, a cassanova worth his glib tongue should always have the memory of an elephant. If this is not possible because age is catching up the better part of remembering important dates, bear in mind that even a love one has her own shortcoming of having a short memory of her own.