Heart Bad, Head Good.
Well, you make sense of it.
I see people out there making laundry lists of things they like, things they don't like with respect to a potential mate. People have physical "types" they go for, and somehow that's supposed to ride lock-step with matehood potential. Timelines get constructed: "oh, you must wait at least a year after someone becomes single" before you can consider him/her a good prospect or, even more bizarrely, you should wait at least a year before you date someone else.
We want our hearts won; we want hearts to lose self-control. But we seem to want to decide when and how we get won over, and we want to keep a tight rein the events leading up to (and including) the well-choreographed moment when our hearts actually do lose control.
But, PiggyBiscuitGod, you say, isn't there a time and a place for spontaneity?
Siiiiigh.
To this I say to all y'all: pull the fucking stick out, already. Really. You can't make rules about rules, or worse, rules about the kind of rules you don't want there to be!
Any heart that finds pragmatic, logistic, historic, pre-historic, geographic, chronologic, atmospheric, politic reasons not to grab a potential mate's hand and leap together with him/her into the unknown deserves to be left standing on the sad, cold seacliff looking on with yearning at those who took to wing or took to sail for parts unknown. Those that would ever utter told-you-so's or live-and-learn's to the broken-on-the-rocks-below, broken-hearted don't deserve even the cold-comfort of having been correct.
Love, like San Francisco, is not for the rigid.
Love, like New York, is not for the timid.
Some wise man* once assigned those meanings to the cities. Love subsumes both, all.
So just step back quietly away from the wait-a-year's and the not-my-type's and the you-only-get-one-chance-to-hurt-me's and, bitterly-best of all, the I'll-forgive-but-I-won't-forget's. They're not your friends, they're retardants.
So much work to construct the spec for the perfect love, when in my little brain it just makes so much more sense to devote energy to making it work with someone with whom you feel a spark, even if he/she is off-script, off-book in your scripted, bookish view.
...moment from a dinner conversation with the Boy tonight:
Boy: "We'll be together for the rest of our lives...well, the rest of your life because you're older than me."
Me: "Yeah, but if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me."
Boy:"I ain't skurrrred,"
* Ok, so the 'wise man' is me and I'm going to go blind from so much masturblogging.