I couldn’t help but smile. Nothing is as attractive as a man who can speak to me about Plato’s allegory of the cave and quote William Carlos Williams or T.S. Eliot during the course of a casual conversation without sounding arrogant. I guess it’s not really about the books but more about being with someone who is a serious person, who thinks deeply about life.
My other friend says that I have a Woody Allen type angst. Whatever you call it, but there is something in me that gives me unending energy while Lindy Hop dancing, something that makes me climb to the peak of a mountain, no matter how steep, something that makes me write Wonder Year like stories about my life, bittersweet and earnest, and have passionate debates with my students about Romeo and Juliet.
I am looking for someone who will share my joy for life—whether it’d be hiking a mountain, strolling down sunlit streets hand in hand, or going to the theater. I am looking for love, the kind when your head spins with the thought of the next date, when you grow and learn and change together, and when you would do anything for each other.