“… emotionally stable, attractive and available. You can only have two out of three.” –Calvin, over Vent, which in a nutshell sums up my frustrations at finding a partner in life.
Dating on and off (and mainly the latter) for the past three years (God, has it been that long?) I’ve been with women who I’ve found to be amazingly attractive, but either in a bad place in life or simply hard to acceptably comprehend; ladies who are every bit practical and by all accounts comfortable people to be with, long term material, but mundanely so…
… and then of course, once in a very long while you meet someone capable of giving the cynic in you a swift kick in the head and make you believe just maybe the perfect person for you does exist.
Someone smart, witty, with exceptionally broad interests, someone who just in conversation makes you forget the tribulations of daily life and excites the idealist in you… and yet despite all those ideals, is firmly rooted in reality… practical and a go getter.
Someone who shares more than a passing interest, but a lot of the philosophies in life you believe in. Enough similarities you don’t feel like doing like Homer Simpson unto Bart, but enough difference that each time you meet her you feel like a a child with a new puzzle… so many facets to explore.
Of course, what in life is really but a tease after all, especially when it tends to be that someone so special… so close to perfect and unspoilt, is inevitably spoken for.
The cynic gracefully picks himself off the floor.
“All’s fair in love and war.” A lady friend of mine quipped the night before. But I digress… I’ve never been one to take what isn’t mine. Besides, what war has ever been fought without cost to those involved and those who just happened to be caught in the cross fire?
Perhaps perfection really is best admired from afar.
*sigh*