I fear that I may be becoming cynical. O.K., I've always been a bit cynical. Still, why not be cynical? One of my roommates tonight, Emily, was watching the movie Serendipity, and she said, "I really believe I'll meet the perfect man some day, just like in the movies." I shook my head. Hollywood has spoiled us. We sit in theaters or in front of televisions and we are trained to believe that true love can be found within two hours. That's not to say I don't believe in true love or love at first sight for that matter, but let's be realistic people!! I've dated enough women to know that we, the human species, are a terribly flawed example of evolution. We love ourselves first, and we look for ourselves in those we seek. And that's wrong. We are all unique, and that should be celebrated, yet we seek the gender-opposite equivalent.
I love solitude, yet I'm good with people. I'm organized, but only I understand my organization. I live for human touch, but I have a wide personal space. I hate to work, but if it comes down to it, I'll do everything if it means getting a good job done. I want to save money, but I want to buy everything for my friends and family.
There's a lot more, of course, but what female could match that perfectly? I wonder how many stellar females I have waived in pursuit of the ideal, and I'm spooked to think I may have waived the one.
Stumble It!
