What people really resist is the realisation that relationships can be engineered quite workably along cultural, education, class, political and other lines. We don't like to see Darwinism operating with quite such obviousness and calculation, preferring to think that love is a magical chance.
Apparently, true love waits. This is unlikely. True love is not a novice nun in perpetual anticipation of union with Christ. What if "true love" is a pathetic, filthy, perfidious gigolo who will open its pants for anyone who shows it a little bit of attention? That is to say, it's a deceitful and damaging fantasy. Seeking true friendship, true accord, true truthfulness and true fun is healthier than waiting for a fated thunderbolt – which turns out to be a trick of the light.
Surely, it's better to log on to eHarmony, Match and Find-a-Freak.com. OK, I made the last one up, but they all seem like plausible ways to meet someone ideal, I'm sure. The key is not to be too hopeful (retired male, 60s, seeks slim F, 28-35, for fun and friendship) or craven (bubbly female seeks anyone, looks unimportant, can travel). It's not like writing a note to Santa.
I would go by a process of elimination, starting with some all-purpose universal non-negotiable deal-breakers. Lying, cheating, game-playing and general psycho behaviour will earn an instant walkout and my lifelong disgust. But solvency isn't a must, as long as you don't try to borrow money off me. Ditto drug use and drunkenness. If you want to sleep in the gutter after having soiled yourself, go ahead. Just don't expect me to hose you down in the morning.
Laugh at my jokes. Take a shower every now and again. That's all, really – and it's amazing that, given such wide parameters, I am not inundated with offers.
Still, in the spirit of Soulmates, here goes:
Hard-faced hack seeks similar for wild repartee and dorky banter. Must share a love of fine stationery, fountain pens, painfully long walks and incomprehensible science fiction series with muscly heroines.
That should do the trick. Summer of love, here I come.
Apparently, true love waits. This is unlikely. True love is not a novice nun in perpetual anticipation of union with Christ. What if "true love" is a pathetic, filthy, perfidious gigolo who will open its pants for anyone who shows it a little bit of attention? That is to say, it's a deceitful and damaging fantasy. Seeking true friendship, true accord, true truthfulness and true fun is healthier than waiting for a fated thunderbolt – which turns out to be a trick of the light.Surely, it's better to log on to eHarmony, Match and Find-a-Freak.com. OK, I made the last one up, but they all seem like plausible ways to meet someone ideal, I'm sure. The key is not to be too hopeful (retired male, 60s, seeks slim F, 28-35, for fun and friendship) or craven (bubbly female seeks anyone, looks unimportant, can travel). It's not like writing a note to Santa.
I would go by a process of elimination, starting with some all-purpose universal non-negotiable deal-breakers. Lying, cheating, game-playing and general psycho behaviour will earn an instant walkout and my lifelong disgust. But solvency isn't a must, as long as you don't try to borrow money off me. Ditto drug use and drunkenness. If you want to sleep in the gutter after having soiled yourself, go ahead. Just don't expect me to hose you down in the morning.
Laugh at my jokes. Take a shower every now and again. That's all, really – and it's amazing that, given such wide parameters, I am not inundated with offers.Still, in the spirit of Soulmates, here goes:
Hard-faced hack seeks similar for wild repartee and dorky banter. Must share a love of fine stationery, fountain pens, painfully long walks and incomprehensible science fiction series with muscly heroines.
That should do the trick. Summer of love, here I come.
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