"Tell me about you," he said.
"What would you like to know?" she asked."
Everything," he said."
That could take some time," she said."
I have time," he said.
He listened, and watched.
He looked & listened for a live mind, live heart and live eyes.
He hoped he would find contradictions.
Confidence and vulnerability.
Energy and stillness.
Gracefulness and stumbling.
At home in a five-star hotel or eating pizza at home.
Enjoying silly jokes and impassioned debate.
A personality to express and a desire to please.
He was not without checkboxes to be filled, of course;
we are none of us blank sheets.
But he did not seek perfection.He sought someone very real.
A woman with thoughts, feelings, passions.
A woman who has known highs and lows, and been lost to neither.
A woman who has things she will not compromise.
A woman who has things about which she cares deeply.
A woman who lives a philosophy of her own creation.
A woman who rejects mediocrity.
A woman who wishes to be tied and dominated in the bedroom,
and to have doors held open for her outside it.
He knew what he sought was rare.
He knew the hunt would take time.
But he had found it before, and would find it again.
And he was in no hurry.
His friendship was widely available,
though his truly close friends few in number.
His sexuality to the compatible ones.
The whole of him, though ... everything;
that would be available only to one.
To an incredibly rare & valuable creature.
With her, he would share it all.
They would venture into dark, hard places together.
Then emerge into light, laughter-filled ones.
They would share their minds, bodies, hearts, souls.
They would share their dreams and their fears.
She would share the whole of her with him, and he with her.
It would begin with the smallest step.
She would read this, and respond.
Perhaps with a few paragraphs, perhaps with a few pages.
He waited, patiently.
