Thoughts On Being Single

I've been divorced for several years now.
I've done my fair share of dating...
I've gone out with older men
and younger men...

That delicate balance of personality,
chemistry
and physical attraction
is not always an easy one to achieve.

I've felt the fire of passion
and the icy-chill of rejection...

I've looked into my lover's eyes
and known a trust like no other I've ever experienced.

I've grieved for the loss of a love
that was never mine to begin with.

Still, the search goes on...

People often ask why I haven't remarried...
I guess I haven't found the 'right' person yet.

That cowboy with a touch of class,
Intelligent,
Articulate,
Funny,
Warm and Sincere...

A cross between Richard Gere,
Robin Williams
and Tom Hanks...

That's not asking TOO much,
Is it?
::smiling::

The search continues...

It doesn't interest me
 what you do for a living.
 I want to know
 what you ache for,
 and if you dare to dream
 of meeting your heart's longing.

 It doesn't interest me
 how old you are.
 I want to know
 if you will risk looking like a fool
 for love,
 for your dream,
 for the adventure of being alive.

 It doesn't interest me
 what planets are squaring your moon.
 I want to know
 if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
 if you have been opened by life's betrayals
 or have become shriveled and closed
 from fear of further pain!

 I want to know if you can sit with pain,
 mine or your own,
 without moving to hide it
 or fade it,
 or fix it.

 I want to know if you can be with JOY,
 mine or your own;
 if you can dance with wildness
 and let the ecstasy fill you
 to the tips of your fingers and toes
 without cautioning us to be careful,
 be realistic,
 or to remember the limitations
 of being human.


 It doesn't interest me
 if the story you are telling me is true.
 I want to know if you can disappoint another
 to be true to yourself;
 if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
 and not betray your own soul.
 I want to know if you can be
 faithful
 and therefore
 be trustworthy.
 I want to know if you can see beauty
 even when it is not pretty everyday,
 and if you can source your life
 on the edge of the lake
 and shout to the silver of the full moon.

 It doesn't interest me
 to know where you live
 or how much money you have.
 I want to know if you can get up
 after a night of grief and despair,
 weary and bruised to the bone,
 and do what needs to be done
 for the children.

 It doesn't interest me
 who you know or how you came to be here.
 I want to know
 if you will stand in the center of the fire 
 with me
 and not shrink back.

 It doesn't interest me
 where
 or what
 or with whom
 you have studied.
 I want to know what sustains you
 from the inside 
 when all else falls away.
 I want to know if you can be alone 
 with yourself
 and if you truly like the company you keep
 in the empty moments.