We spend most of our lives searching for the perfect lover. Someone who’d cast down their jacket on a puddle just so we can cross it even though we can clearly avoid it. Often times we wind up picking a lover who fits our standard view of the societal norm. Guy must be taller than me we demand, He should be strong, but not enough to break me. He shouldn’t cry when a bird dies, but He should be gentle with my feelings. I want him to be an open book, but not so open the pages just fall to the floor at first glance. I want him to chase me, but don’t I don’t like the chase. Guy is perfectly groomed to meet the family, but lacks substance in intimae discussion. Along comes Man, he’s not what we pictured our guy to be. Man isn’t that much taller than I nor is he stronger than Guy physically. Man cries when bird dies and that makes us feel safer than we’ve ever felt with Guy. Man isn’t our typical guy, but why? He treats us better. Though he’d be our number one option he sits at number two. We search most of our lives for our perfect lover and when presented he’s shelved.

Dear Reader,

Why do we choose the challenge when the problem is already solved? Is it because we’d prefer to resolve an equation over and over until we are fed up with getting the same answer?

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