Come on, J. I live just a few miles north of you, and no way is every day perfect here. Hell, there was a kinda cold breeze here today. I was forced to put on a coat, damn it.
My perfect day would start with making love. Then a really fun afternoon, going somewhere beautiful, a nice walk or swim. Reading a good book. More making love. A fun evening - restaurant, movie, cuddling on the couch, whatever. Then...yes you guessed it. Making love.
A close second-best would be spending the day with my girlfriend or SO.
Okay, Trish. But do you truly believe people come into your life for a reason - "reason" meaning in some cosmic-destiny sense, as opposed to the more pedestrian "I was looking for a particular kind of person and thus found them" type of reason?
I don't know about being "players" - not sure how that is formally defined, but I take it to refer to someone who strings a number of people along with false assurances of fidelity and affection - but women, in my experience, can be every bit as dishonest about themselves as men online.
No broken hearts for me from that dishonesty - just disappointment. In one case, the lady claimed to be a business executive, but actually delivered newspapers for a living. In another, she claimed to be slim (with photos 10 years old), but was gargantuan.
I find your use of the word "mediocrity" to be rather problematic, but I know what you're getting at, and there certainly is an underlying truth to it.
In essence, I believe you're suggesting that if were more realistic about our romantic standards, and focused more on the basic requirements for finding happiness in love, then we would more easily achieve romantic fulfillment.
With a number of caveats, I would almost agree with you. However, I wouldn't want to do that myself. What good would basic respect/love be if I went through life bored to tears?
Come on, A, we're not a bunch of barbarians over here. Only guys with really beautiful thighs are permitted to drop trous' in the middle of furniture stores and such.
I think my humor is my best "weapon." Followed closely by my thighs. Years of lifting heavy objects have made them pretty muscular. So, if the humor isn't working, I just pull down my pants and flex them. While they're staring in amazement or horror, I take another shot at the humor thing.
I think it's easy to find special people here. The problem is that they're usually at least 10 light years away.
I think this site works as well as any site could. It's just the nature of the beast that finding someone who is practically available is problematic - unless you're freakishly lucky.
RE: What is it with this site..........
It just keeps getting weirder and weirder here. At least your imaginary friend doesn't think you're nuts...