A Personal Ad 4/97

Relationship I want to be with a woman who expects to find "wholeness" within herself. So many women expect to be made whole by a husband, possibly a family. A committed man will make her complete. I can't live up to those kinds of expectations. I can be with a woman, but not for a woman. I can provide support, encouragement, love, tenderness, courage, whatever is needed, but my partner is responsible for providing the person to support. Two half-persons don't make a whole… but two "wholes" in honest union, make a God. I want a partner who is intelligent and literate. The "wire" that connects two people is communication. A strong connection requires a fine intelligence with the language and the insight needed to express it. If the message is self-expression then the medium is communication. I often write "love letters" to women who intrigue me. The inevitable answer I get is something like "Wow! I've never gotten a letter like that before… It's lovely… I'm going to save it forever." Thank you (praise my writing and I'll follow you anywhere) but I'd be far more impressed with a letter from your heart. I admire women who are very pretty… but I don't define "pretty." Beauty is in the heart of the Beheld. True, I fight with the addiction to the stereotype. A man who doesn't turn his head at a Barbie Doll was either raised without television or is wearing a neckbrace. A woman, though, who isn't offended when a man turns his head understands the concept of "pretty." I love to touch and to be touched. As much as I love to craft a phrase that captures a feeling, I love to speak with my fingertips. Perhaps as your words speak to my head your hands speak to my spirit. Although I often find myself in the throes of confusion, I don't think hands know how to be confused. I love to massage, to neck, to explore. Your fingernails could make me melt. I want to learn to dance, but not the mechanistic movements of a programmed pair. I've never really danced with a woman in the way I imagine it can be done. I want to dance physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to sway together like two willows in the wind and twirl like leaves in a whirlwind. I want to swell, crest, and come crashing on the beach like two waves overtaken by one another. I want some very quiet moments. Perhaps we are like waves in the ocean, each convinced that we are separate. Often we shout across the trough between us. But what would happen if we went deep inside to the ocean that is both of us? What do you think we might find? Of course, I'm not foolish enough to believe that any of this has any real meaning. Do we have any control over whom our spirit chooses to link us to? We're taught not to question the will of God because, in my limited vision, I have no concept of what the universe is striving to become. Nor can I know what part I am to play. All we can really do is: Row, Row, Row our boats Gently down the stream Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily Life is but a dream. - Sweet Dreams.