Mirrored Expectations...

"All I want is you..."

How many times have you come across a beautiful suit for sale in a storefront window.  It looks perfect on the mannequin and you naturally assume it would be perfect on you.  You don't hesitate because the price is right.  You give the salesperson your measurements and you take it home.  You try it on and it looks ok but within two weeks and two wearings, it's already looking ragged.  What happened?  The suit was beautiful but the fabric and stitching was cheap.  Then again, what did you expect for $89.99?  You were a victim of false advertising and so it is with humans that outwardly Peacock what they don't inwardly possess...

What do I mean?  I'm talking about those types that say whatever they think any "interest" around them wants to hear.  It's like carrying around a fully laminated resume ready to pull out when opportunity strikes.  I love reading posts on Facebook from beautiful women when they ask "What would a date with you look like?"  What is then posted becomes one cliche after another.  I almost expect theme music at the reading of some of them.  You no doubt get "roses", "champagne" and let's not forget the famous "walk on the beach".  After all is written and the unassuming women have swooned into their male posters' fragile egos, I purposely decide to write the obvious.  "I can't tell you what I will do until I know who we are talking about because one size does not fit all!!!"  To which I am met with yawns and light praise which incidentally makes me chuckle.  No one bothers to ask if she's allergic to flowers or maybe she prefers a specific flower to the ordinary fare.  What if she doesn't drink?  In such a case, wouldn't it be better suited to her if you purchased a non-alcoholic brand?  As for the beach?  What if it's December in New York?  You still gonna take her?  I'm sure you'll be able to feel the skin of her palm through them thick ass gloves...how romantic.

Listen folks, I find amusement in this not at the expense of those that do this stuff but at the expense of formulas that have nothing to do with what makes anything special.  Especially since everybody does the same thing.  It takes no thought to copy the cinematic ideal of romance but it takes time and real effort to get to know someone intimately enough to make a moment special specific to them alone.  If you listen closely enough you can find something that will make them remember that 30 second moment you created for as long as they are alive.  All I'm saying is that in many ways, we've traded meaning for flair and like all flair...it shoots up, pops into pretty colors and is quickly forgotten.  I'd rather be the subject of memory than the suit I wore or the flowers I carried.

So I take a different tact.  I just show up with an empty bag.  A figurative bag with nothing in it.  If you focus and judge me by it, I know you ain't interested in me.  If you want to know me even though I carry it?  Then we can talk.  I am confident enough in who I am inside that they cannot help but take notice.  Understand that if you have something worth anything inside, what you will carry is an unavoidable presence.  Once that is noticed, a genuine curiosity produces "get to know me" sessions that can make for real moments.  You'll learn each other and eventually come to a place of comfort at which point you can Peacock all you like, except now, you're carrying her favorite flower and ordering her favorite meal.  So yeah, try something new...be yourself.  Let that be enough...I'm out

~Moses