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Saturday, October 22

of the promised land.

- kein, posted at 12:02 AM.

Here's a nice article I got in my email. I really think the guy makes a hell lotta sense, so enjoy! *heads back to revision*

The Promised Land

I still believe in magic when it comes to "matters of the heart."

But only if the approach is sound and founded in reality, not
fantasy. The bottom line is we are all basically after the same
things. We all want to be loved unconditionally, and told
everything is going to be OK. It's just that we all go about
attaining these things in different ways.

One of the sad and brutal realities of life is that true love is not
a birthright. It is possible to "fall through the cracks" and never
cross paths with that special someone during our brief journey
through this life.

It's oh so easy to write a laundry list of what we want in a mate.
The true test of character, however, is to be able to look in the
mirror and use that same laundry list to assess ourselves. Are we
our type's type? Or is our "type" simply a fantasy person who is
always "out there" somewhere but never materializes?

I've talked to dozens of women over the years and asked them what
their "type" is. They usually proceed to describe this sort of
wonder man who is a hybrid of JFK and James Bond. I then ask them
if they've ever dated someone like this. The answer is no. I then
ask them if they've even met someone like this and, of course, the
answer is no. In other words their idea of what their type is has
nothing in common with the reality of what's attainable for them in
this lifetime.

As my father once said to me, "To meet the right person you must
become the right person." I think I'm finally starting to
understand what Dad meant by that simple yet profound statement.

At some point, hopefully sooner than later, we all might benefit
from applying a more realistic and sensible approach to the pursuit
of love. That moment will come at different times for each of us.
Because at night, when we lay our heads on our pillows and face our
moment in the dark, we only have to be honest with one person,

As the days and weeks and years pass us by, the state of the dating
scene is only getting more challenging and pathetic. Probably the
greatest culprit is the misuse of the "C" words. There's a
destructive trend in our society that confuses chemistry with
compatibility. (Hollywood has sold us a lie.)

I'm starting to think that there's another "C" word that's even more
important than the previous two: Companionship.

In the final analysis I don't believe there are any absolutes. The
thoughts and opinions I've expressed here are both fluid and
ever-evolving. I suppose it all starts with "hello" and, from
there, let's all have faith that the hands of destiny will lead us
to the promised land; a place where fantasy flirts with reality and
magic is still alive.

Geoffrey Ross