My Ideal Romantic Match

So I signed up for this online match-making site a few years back called Zoosk.com. I think I signed up, because it was connected to Facebook and I decided to click on the ad for it on a whim when it showed up on my sidebar.

Well, at the time, I filled out all the appropriate info and questions and likes and such, but I left “Ideal Match” blank. I have a pretty good idea of what I want in my ‘ideal match’, however I’ve never really gotten around to writing anything down. Despite knowing what I want in a friend, companion and romantic lover, when the time comes to try to write a description of her, I seem to draw a blank.

Well, today, after getting an e-mail notice saying I had a “flirt” regarding my profile, I decided to go ahead update that part of it and this is what resulted:

My ‘perfect match’, wow… hmmm… I think I could list all the qualities and traits I would like in my match and I still wouldn’t be able to describe my ‘perfect match’. I think we all have an idea of what type of person with whom we’d like to spend time: type of personality, type of appearance, type of friend, lover, confidante… But sometimes we assume that our ‘perfect match’ is one thing, when in fact we come to realize by spending time with someone that we didn’t realize all that went into our ‘perfect match’.

I’ve come to realize what I would like in a friend, companion and lover based on past successful and failed relationships. I know I need someone who is kind, patient, down-to-earth, appreciates the little things in life, is not superficial, has perspective on the important things in life, is romantic, loving, affectionate, yet is also strong, independent and not ashamed of her intelligence. Someone who draws on her inner strength and moral compass to get her through life, yet also is not afraid to give in to love and romance and not afraid to let herself be vulnerable to the love and affection of a man in her life and let not afraid to let herself trust others.

Someone who is athletic and likes to be outdoors and active. Someone who cares about her appearance, but also understands that her true beauty shines from within.

While this may be my ‘ideal match’ I envision now, I truly believe I will know her when I meet her.

This still seems kind of corny and vague (or maybe too specific), and that’s part of the reason why I stayed away from filling in this part in the first place. Heck, even with all that, I still didn’t get into a description regarding my preferences in a romantic companion for religion and politics. I could probably write another few paragraphs just about those two areas, especially since I prefer to date someone who is Christian and will outright refuse to date a liberal, especially one who is pro-abortion or believes in the idiotic “coexist” crap.  (I also have not even touched on my “deal-breakers“.)

I dunno… the whole thing seems impossible now. I was thinking about this the past few days as it was my birthday and tomorrow Valentine’s Day is here again. I envy those who have already found their romantic companions and are well into their family lives of spouses and parents. Their lives are so less complicated than anyone who is still single, especially those of us of a certain age already.

I just don’t know how on earth it is even possible to first find someone to whom we’re attracted, have them be attracted to us, have physical chemistry, romantic chemistry, personality chemistry, intellectual chemistry, share the same goals for marriage and family life, share the same outlook on life, share interests in regards to activities, religion and especially politics.

It just seems an utter impossibility.

I think back to the song “Lucky” by Bif Naked that seems so appropriate. Those who have found their ‘ideal match’ truly are the “lucky ones”.

It was a Monday, when my lover told me,
“Never pay the reaper with love only.”
What could I say to you, except, “I love you.”
And “I’d give my life for yours.”

I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones, dear.

The first time we made love, I… I wasn’t sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over!)
How could I ever love another, when I miss you every day…

Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
How could I ever get over you, when I’d give my life for yours.

I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones, dear.

My dear, It’s time to say I thank god for you.
I thank god for you, in each and every single way.
And, I know… I know.. I know.. I know…

It’s time to let you know. Time to let you know.
Time to let you know. Time to sit here and say…

I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones.
I know we are… we are the lucky ones, dear.
We are the lucky ones, dear…