Who I'm looking for
What sort of lady do I think I see as someone for me? An extraordinarily difficult question. I have no strict guidelines as to what or who might me the one for me. I have any number of lines that have become ‘tritisms’ (trite sayings of mine tinged with humor, mostly). One of my favorites deals with ‘everyman’s’ dream … “Is she pretty? Is she rich? Is she blonde? Does she have one foot in the grave? And the other on a slippery rock?” While I accept that is a pretty shallow description, is that any different than the fantasy many ladies have?
It is indeed difficult to put into words the sense of magic or the static in the air one experiences when there is a chemistry … when two people meet for the first time … or see each other for the first time. It is equally difficult to state with certainty my lady will dance the cha-cha and understand ‘Queenstown’, or she will be liberal or conservative or even registered to vote; or … or … or … . Will she say the ‘brachas’, or grace? Will she have a sense of humor? Absolutely! Will she be able to express herself? Probably. Flirtatious? I suspect so. Can she cook? I hope so, I do. Will she like my friends? Of course, everyone does. I know some of the neatest people, many a lot more on the ball than I could ever hope to be.
Will she take herself seriously? Again, I hope so; for while I like the fun of the moment and the humor in every situation, I am a serious person with serious concerns about serious issues. But let go! We can only add to the problem or add to the solution.
Other issues: Does she like Italian food? How about Chinese? Does she like to hold hands? Is a stolen kiss as exciting today as it was in high school? Does she remember the things of her youth? The good times of innocence? The calamity of no date on a Saturday night? The tension of a first date on a Saturday night? Getting a learners permit? A driver’s license? The loss of a parent? The disappointment of not getting that job. And what about now? What will she think of this long rambling essay? Will she see me as an ‘overblown buffoon’? As a guy with a romantic soul?
Or, as someone striving to define something so ethereal and vague that poets and writers have written songs and sonnets since the beginning of the civilized age? Or, as just someone who might have something to say … but should be saying it to her girlfriend? Perhaps her half of the page is the mirror image of mine!