People are complex, even the simple ones. If you want to get to know someone, you have to be willing to extend yourself and really communicate, and you have to meet in person to see if things click. There's an old Haitian saying that goes, "Constitutions are written on paper, but bayonets are made of steel." I've adapted that to say, "Profiles are written on screens, but people are made of emotions and experiences."
I've been blessed with a good life, and I'm lucky that no single day for me much resembles the day that preceded it nor the day that will follow it. For years I lived in a cheap apartment and drove an old car, but traveled the world. A nice car meant far less to me than did the experience and recollection of that first look at the Taj Mahal or scuba diving over a pristine coral reef in the Red Sea. As a lawyer I know all too well that even the nicest car can be seized or stolen, but a memory once made is yours forever. With that in mind, I've tried to make life memorable.
Who am I looking for? I don't know. And if I did, I would go where I could find her. I'm not someone who believes that there is just one person out there for each of us. If that were the case, all it would take is one mismatched couple, and the whole universal scheme would be thrown off kilter because each of them took someone else' one person, and on it would continue from there. Relationships involve work, and aren't always easy. Still, a good relationship, a truly good one, can be as elusive as it is incredible.
Part of dating is realizing that you are going to meet a lot of people with whom the magic just isn't there, or where it is there but it's unrequited. It happens. Still, I can sit through a drink and a conversation with just about anyone, and I'm completely ok with a date resulting in a new friend or business contact. I've always been a glass-half-full type.
One day I'm going to die. And so are you. And they say that just before it happens, the memories of your life flash before your eyes. I'd like those images to be positive, but even more than that, I'd like them to be shared by someone. Two people who share a memory also share the fact that they actually lived something together. That not only enriches the experience at the time and the memory it creates, it also enriches the life that those experiences and memories comprise.
There are few things more tragic than missed opportunities. If this website can lessen the chance that our two ships will pass in the night, then it was well worth it to join.