I see too many profiles out there reading like a personal advertisement-- reciting off an entire litany of personality traits as if dating were a CVS commercial. I think I'll refrain this once. In truth, I am just looking for compatibility. I don't think I'm perfect, and I don't expect perfection either. But what I am looking for is the will to attempt perfection knowing full well that it will never be reached-- the will to realize the potentiality of love, not just as an emotion, but as a driving force; an impetus; a thing to challenge rather than simply subdue.

I believe it was Rousseau who stated that love was an illusion-- that it was not the reality of love that made it worthwhile, but the feeling which it inspired in oneself. We as humans love with impunity-- there is no fault, no foible which the eye is able to see. In order to love, we must first worship. And an object worthy of worship must first be perfect, and to be worthy of perfection, to feel right in its place, we too must strive towards that exact same summit. We have to learn to perfect ourselves. And far too often do we allow the standard of our worship to remain base and beneath us. We have this beautiful opportunity to crystallize in ourselves, something worthy of having, and we squander it. We settle for mediocrity-- not only in those around us, but as a direct consequence, in ourselves as well.
At the end of the day, when all of this philosophical waxing is said and finished, I just want someone to actually try with me. I don’t expect the instantaneous, and I am not one to easy fall flat on my overly-emotional face. I am looking for something specific, and failing that, I would more than happily carry out the rest of my days in my own company rather than settle for something which doesn’t bringout the best of us both.

I promised this wouldn’t be a litany of my self-attributed ersatz-grandiosities, and I’ll stick to that. If you want to know more about me, feel free to message me.

The truth is a rare commodity these days, but I for one will attempt to be honest. I am a wretched creature deserving nothing less than the ephemeral glimpses of angels, but there would be no punishment that I would deserve, or love more, than being forever cursed with the love of one better than myself; to wake up every morning next to heaven with hell beside her, all pretenses and thought of another forgotten as she opens her eyes bringing me the only light that I will ever love.....

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