Picky Picky Part I
A few months ago, a friend of mine told me I was too picky. He (completely platonic—he’s actually getting engaged this weekend) said I’d be lucky if I ever found anyone who meets my standards. Luckily for me, he’s one of the more sarcastic folks with whom I associate and he makes a point to remind me to never take him seriously. But, they do say there’s a little bit of truth in every joke, is there not?
It got me thinking. It’s true. I have high standards. But in my defense I try to also live up to those standards. I would like to think I have a solid rope of moral fiber; I have ambition and ultimately want to contribute something good to the world. (So they’re elusive standards—everyone has to start somewhere.) These attributes shouldn’t be so hard to find in another person… it’s just one last thing…something that isn’t so easy to come by and that is I must also feel a “spark� with him.
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Some call it butterflies; some characterize it as “just knowing� there’s chemistry between you and another person. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s intangible and yet so crucial to any lasting relationship. If I had to define it here and now, the “spark� is the initial attraction, the heart of infatuation and the essential ingredient to keeping the fire alive in a long-lasting and loving relationship. It’s something that cannot be forced—it’s very simple—it’s either there, or it isn’t.
To be continued…
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