Mail Me
Had a little epiphany this morning. I'm frequently asked, "What are you looking for?". Well, I finally figured it out. I'm looking for the male me. I guess I was too concerned about appearing egotistical to myself to face this rather obvious fact, but, when I think of what I am looking for in a man, it's basically a complete rundown of who I am, how I think and what I like... personality traits... everything. The closer it is to me... the more I like it.
Now, is everyone like this? I would imagine so. I guess every butterfly collector looks for another butterfly collector to share their passion with. I guess that's how & why these dating services operate. Match.com sends me these lists of compatible men but they're always in SF (where they have at least some culture). I however, live in Palo Alto, and therefore the male me would also need to be a Palo Altan, because, let me tell you, unless you've lived here a long time, you don't understand Palo Alto.... and, how do you explain that to someone?
Now, would I be bored with the male version of me... being, well, duplicative? Fuck no! I'm fascinating and therefore the male me would be too... see, it all works out. Let me clarify. I am not looking for a yes man. I'm NOT looking for passivity, submissiveness, acquiescence or a follower. Twenty years is enough for a lifetime. This is a total and full person in their own right who just happens to be exactly like me. That way it's all balanced out... no annoying power struggles. You're just on the same page, easily and nicely.
Most housewives I talk to are so shocked that I love being single... they try to subtly get all their little questions answered. I try to oblige, but, it's pretty fruitless. They just don't get it that there is a huge world out there and the internet is so efficient in finding it. At this point it takes about twenty guys to make up the male me. If you blended them all together, you'd have it. For now I've just got to date all of them to get it... tough life. In the end though, I'm sure the male me is right under my nose, waiting here in Palo Alto, maybe in some tired marriage... who knows, he's out there somewhere. Hope to hear from him soon.
Now, is everyone like this? I would imagine so. I guess every butterfly collector looks for another butterfly collector to share their passion with. I guess that's how & why these dating services operate. Match.com sends me these lists of compatible men but they're always in SF (where they have at least some culture). I however, live in Palo Alto, and therefore the male me would also need to be a Palo Altan, because, let me tell you, unless you've lived here a long time, you don't understand Palo Alto.... and, how do you explain that to someone?
Now, would I be bored with the male version of me... being, well, duplicative? Fuck no! I'm fascinating and therefore the male me would be too... see, it all works out. Let me clarify. I am not looking for a yes man. I'm NOT looking for passivity, submissiveness, acquiescence or a follower. Twenty years is enough for a lifetime. This is a total and full person in their own right who just happens to be exactly like me. That way it's all balanced out... no annoying power struggles. You're just on the same page, easily and nicely.
Most housewives I talk to are so shocked that I love being single... they try to subtly get all their little questions answered. I try to oblige, but, it's pretty fruitless. They just don't get it that there is a huge world out there and the internet is so efficient in finding it. At this point it takes about twenty guys to make up the male me. If you blended them all together, you'd have it. For now I've just got to date all of them to get it... tough life. In the end though, I'm sure the male me is right under my nose, waiting here in Palo Alto, maybe in some tired marriage... who knows, he's out there somewhere. Hope to hear from him soon.
posted by Intervision at 8:53 AM
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