What would you do if you knew the exact time that you were going to meet the person you were destined to be with?

No, this isn't one of those sappy love stories that you see on Hallmark. It's not a rehash of a familiar musical where the guy meets the girl and they live happily ever after like your favorite Disney movie. Hell, it's not even some sci-fi flick where you can see the seconds counting down to when you meet that person. If anything, it's the opposite.

It's how you can be in a place so large that you're eaten by the very smoke coming from cars in your own apartment. Or, so small that knowing everyone's name and favorite color still doesn't bring you any closer to understanding them.

Why ask this question then? What would you do? Well, a good friend of mine asked me about this once, and do you know what I told her?

I'd stay home.

Predictability has been one of the major structures of my life. Adaptable when forced I am, but when I can avoid having to change? I'd rather not. I'd rather continue my life between work, the pub, and home with my dog. Simple, unbothered by other humans, and definitely not putting myself into a position to get my heart ran through the monthly shredder truck.

My name? Well, it's not really all about me but I guess I'm pretty important. At least that's what people tell me all the time. Reid Fitzgerald. 28 years old. Alone. I like coffee, good whiskey, and my dog Willow. I can't say I'm the one telling this story - there's a lot of stories to tell in this one.

To sum it up?

The heart is a painful organ to live with.