The I of me: Head and Heart inseparably connected. Intensity is what defines me. I'm a bit of a type A by circumstances, but unravel very easily in the right milieu . Intensely curious about ideas, places, and esoteric bits of information. Equally mesmerized by human acts of kindness-- generally curious as to what makes some people want to do “good-- as I am observing the mannerisms of a person eating alone in a diner. On a more practical note, I'm an excellent planner and can come up with innovative, spur of the moment things to do. I love to walk for hours and discover the unexpected treasures. I am a New Yorker at heart, and I have learned that my appreciation of nature is heightened when I've abandoned it for awhile. What could I offer in an intimate relationship? I would like to lose myself in that person, in our endless banter, in touch and the inexplicable attraction. I'm ready to give to someone who is ready to accept my offerings. Where are you?
To be happy, they tell us, we must succeed. I would suggest rather that we must accomplish something much more intellectually and ethically demanding: we must accept that part of ourselves that feels it has failed. It's always hard to speak about the experience of defeat. It would be perverse to speak about it now, in this moment for laurels and laureation where it is my time to shine by listing a laundry list of accomplishments. Still, I wonder is it possible to honor, not success, so-called, but rather the experience of defeat? Is it at least possible to speak of it publicly, to make it the subject of speech? The experience of defeat--despite the fact that each of us confronts it practically every day--is, I would suggest, often the very limit of speech--especially on a dating site where the expectation is to carefully package and market our most desirable attributes and accomplishments.