A good while on these sites.....all.....

Lots of banter, some even good. Fewer friendships, a small number long lasting. And a number of meetings, interesting and fun, for the most part. Even a few foreign visitors here. Like many of us, pretty picky, and looking still. So settled with good friends, family, and Mr. Bravo---can one even adapt to another human presence in the house, let alone the boudoir? But am so thankful for the few times, over the years, when that emotion/wake up call hit me. Like a proverbial ton of bricks. As with porn, not easy to describe, but who of us doesn't know it when it has us, ecstatic, yet vulnerble, in the clutches? Was it the accent, the different sensibility, hygiene at odds with ours, skill (or lack) in the kitchen, love (or fear) of big dogs, choice of art interests, dress style, way of walking, contageous laughter---or not getting my jokes, variable politics, youthful hairstyle---in one on in years, warm hands, love/knowledge of our bodies, way with children, travel experience, business savy---disaster with money, family stories, old world cultural ways, stalwart ability to put me in my box, fitting nicely under the thumb, ability to teach kindly, ,..... and so on. We begin to focus on it all, abandoning what once served as people skills and good judgment. Priorities change toward accomodation. Barriers seem to collapse. When apart, the minutes drag, not to mention the days, and distance. Who hasn't felt the heart's reaction on meeting each time anew? The increased nervousness yet somehow a new strength when together. Sure, we mispeak at times, and misunderstandings happen, but why are these now of so little import? Why so much pride in another, even, especially, if the family might not approve? How is it that the dreaded "M" word looses power and thoughts of rings and ceremonies, formerly anathama, now beckon? Foibles and faults,....what arre those? One thing is for sure, it's unlike any other human experience, even that toward our own kids. I hope everyone has been there, no matter the outcome, or final pain, at least once in life. Aa.