Old-fashioned

I used to believe there was someone out there to share my life with. An individual who will fill in the blanks for me and let me do the same for them. Someone who won’t have any reservations about living life to the fullest and will allow me be a part of the fun that comes along with the ride. Someone who understands and accepts themselves for who they are and will accept all of me for who I am; including my need for occasional overindulgence and special treatment simply because it makes me feel good. Someone who doesn’t think it’s weird to be monogamous. Someone who will wake up next to a beautiful woman 65 years from now and finds her as sexy and irresistible on that day as the day he married her. A person who won’t find anything strange or out of the ordinary in my absolute joy at spending an afternoon with Bogey & Bergman in Casablanca or with Rogers & Hammerstein at the State Fair. Someone who will share in my childlike wide-eyed giddyness of seeing new things and new places and still enjoy repeating a few of the old favorites every now and then. Someone who will not only enjoy but look forward to seeing my family and spending time with them. Someone who will be able to understand and respect the close relationships I have with old friends and not be jealous of those bonding friendships that have developed over many years of good and bad times that we've shared and supported eachother through. I used to believe there was such a thing as loving unconditionally and being faithful to your partner regardless of the temptations you are presented with. As I get older I realize more and more that all of those ideas are very old fashioned and in many regards completely non-existent. I have come to the determination that I am very much a part of the wrong generation. Today life is about doing more, getting more, taking more, having more, being more, and doing it all faster and more outrageous than the last guy did. We as a society have completely lost touch with what it means to truly be content with ourselves and live within our means. That’s just so sad… it takes all the fun out of living life when you can't or don't appreciate what you have and aren't truly grateful for it. It means that you are taking the time you have with those you love for granted. I still have hope… he's out there somewhere with his dancing shoes ready for a night on the town. Maybe he's waiting somewhere on the sidelines to gallop in on a white horse and save me from myself. I just want the damn fairy tale... is that so much to ask?