Wikipedia defines Attraction as: A force that, exerted between or among bodies, tends to make them approach each other or prevents their separating.

Sounds so simple but in reality it’s anything but. It’s a natural feeling, a trait that all of us posess, the ability to be attracted by and to other things, living or otherwise.

Whether it be people, places, things, it really doesn’t matter what it is. We are all different and as such, we are attracted to different things. Thankfully the world is full of so many exciting and wonderful things to keep us occupied for all of eternity.

On the other side of that endless supply of attraction is a trade off of sorts. As we all know, right along side attraction comes desire. That’s when it gets to be a bit more difficult. Difficult to not let that attraction for whatever it might be get ahold of us, driving us straight down the road to misery merely because we can’t obtain whatever it is we are attracted to, that thing (or things) we desire.

This isn’t to say that attraction and desire can’t be good things because they surely can be. They give us purpose, drive, motivation, all of those reasons that we need to pursue our goals, to chase after our WHY. Ah yes, our why.

Why do we get up in the morning? Why do we bother to get out of bed? Why do we go to work and struggle through all of lifes trials and tribulations? Why do we continue to ride this roller coaster of highs ‘n lows? If we don’t have a why, we’re pretty much not going to get very far in life….if anywhere at all.

Our why can also be the basis for our goals. Without our goals, how would we ever find a direction, a path in which to begin our journey? Why would we even bother? If there wasn’t anything waiting for us at the end of the rainbow, nothing to achieve, no fuel for our passion, then why even get started. Might as well lay around on the couch all day, doin’ nothin’.

Motivation is also affected by attraction. If we are attracted to something (or someone) we’re much more likely to go after it, to take risks, to go out on a limb to make it happen. Yes, motivation plays a huge part in what we achieve in life and again, without it, tons of couch time is sure to be in our future.

I also believe that the Law of Attraction plays a huge part in our lives. While some of you might think it’s just Mumbo Jumbo, I firmly believe that if you put your effort into thinking positively about what it is you really want out of life rather than concentrating on all the negative stuff you don’t want, your life can and will be changed for the better.

Sure, there’s a pretty good chance that a naked Genie isn’t gonna pop out of a Lamp any time soon but that’s not to say that some good things aren’t bound to come your way. Along with good thoughts, some form of action is also required to make any positive changes in your life but the combination of those two can and will pay huge dividends in your future.

Why not give it a shot? After all, what have you really got to lose anyway? I can’t think of anyone that couldn’t use a bit more good stuff happening in their lives. Even the wealthiest people on earth want more out of life. That’s what keeps them motivated, driven to succeed. They all have a why that drives them to do more, to be more, to live more.

Attraction is also a huge force in our relationships, those that we’ve been in, are currently in and those that we would like to be in. After all, what else motivates us to even think about risking our most precious resource, our hearts, in such a way? If we aren’t attracted to someone, why take a chance on having our hearts stepped on, chopped up, mangled and thrown away like a worthless piece of nothing? Way too risky, wouldn’t you agree?

And knowing this all too well, Match.com just happens to throw some bait our way, telling us “It’s ok to look”, knowing damn well that we’re gonna look! And once we look, we’re pretty much screwed at that point. That’s when good ol’ attraction kicks in and we see someone we want to know better. And then it’s on!

All the inner turmoil begins, the angst, the anxiety, all the questions start brewing in our minds and in our hearts. Should we take it to the next level and contact this person? Lay our hearts on the line? What if they reject us? Even worse, what if they don’t respond at all? Damn attraction! Gets us every time.

While some people find it’s enough for them just to be wanted, to be needed by someone, I myself find that it’s even more difficult to find a connection that is mutual. A connection to where both of us feel the same about each other.

While I might not be the greatest catch in the world, I’m surely not the worst either. At least I hope not anyway. I mean, haven’t you heard about our overcrowded Prison system? Ok then, there’s gotta be someone in there that’s not as dateable as I am. HA!

And so I feel that it’s my decision as to whom I choose to pursue. I truly believe that attraction HAS to be mutual. I think deep down inside we all want someone to desire us and want to be with us as much as we want to be with them. Nothing wrong with that at all.

And I also believe that attraction can’t be manufactured, either it’s there or it isn’t but it it’s not up to us to decide. Like happiness, it’s an inside job and so the Universe is just gonna have to take care of it.

Whether we want to admit it or not, I truly believe that the initial spark as it were has to be there right from the start. We all want butterflies and to a certain degree, we can hope that a caterpillar will eventually do its thing and blossom into a wonderful winged creature, fluttering inside our tummies but still there are no guarantees.

No guarantees that we’ll ever find that mutual attraction. Does it mean that we should settle for less than we want out of a relationship? Should we just give up? In my opinion, hell no! I think that the minute you settle for less, less than what you want, less than what you deserve, you will always be disappointed.

We all want to be loved, it’s only natural and I for one believe that we were never put on this earth to be alone. And it’s attraction that will keep us moving forward on our quest, our quest to find our Life Partner, our Soulmate as it were.

So thankfully, attraction is just there, like a built in GPS. A part of our being, part of our Soul, a driving force within us because without it, we’d surely be lost.

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That’s the only way I can think of to describe it. Something is definitely wrong, that’s for sure. It’s not so much my body clock is off, like I have jet lag or something similar to that but more my mental clock is just totally out of whack. It’s like I’ve lost my mind.

It’s as if two minutes takes half an hour. If you’ve ever had a battery operated clock, perhaps you can relate to what I’m talkin’ about. As the batteries begin to run out of juice, you’ll notice how every few days you seem to have to reset the time as you lose a few minutes each day.

Then finally, you’ll notice the second hand, although doing it’s damndest to get up the hill just can’t seem to make it past the nine before it falls back down below the eight. Struggling again, it attempts to get over the hump but no go. Sure enough, new battery time.

I only wish it was that easy for me. I know my clock is off but it’s not as cut and dry as a battery replacement. I miss a very special someone and it’s totally thrown my clock all outta whack. That’s why I say I must be on football time because it’s as if two minutes takes a friggin’ half an hour to tick by.

Tick……tick……tick……kinda like Chinese Water Torture, bein’ strapped down to a bed of nails while one drip at a time, freezin’ cold water is drippin’ down on my head and I can’t seem to move. Nowhere to hide, even if I could move.

I’m sure you know what I mean. A football game is supposedly an hour worth of play time but between all of the BS, the commercials, replays and officializing the damn game takes three hours or more before it’s over. And since I’m not a huge football fan, sometimes the three hours can feel like six.

This might be ok if you are a Fan or if you like to spend your afternoon gettin’ hammered and yellin’ at the TV but again, just not there for me. That’s probably one reason why I’m not real big on this new schedule I find myself living with. When two minutes takes a half an hour, you can only imagine how long an entire twenty four hour day takes.

Not to mention the fact that my mind is so preoccupied with the object of my desire that what there was of my so called sleep pattern has pretty much been tossed right out the window. When I actually do get to sleep, I find that I can barely squeeze in a few hours and the BAM, wide awake!

Layin’ there, tossin’ and turnin’, concentrating my hardest on falling back asleep but the more I try not to think about her the more I find myself thinkin’ about her. It’s like when someone says to you, whatever you do, DON’T think about such and such and sure enough, no matter how hard you try, you can’t think about anything but exactly what they told you not to think about.

I believe it’s referred to as The Law of Reverse Psychiatry or something close to that anyway. I know it must have some kinda technical term since it’s such a common phenomenon and on of the most studied aspects of the human condition within the online PHD set.

It’s almost like the opposite of A.D.H.D., whereas with A.D.H.D. it’s difficult to stay focused on any one thing for any amount of time. With my ailment, I find it extremely difficult to focus on anything BUT one thing. And one thing only.

I don’t seem to be able to repair my clock, no matter how much I try. And what’s even crazier, I’m not sure I even want to. Well, I wouldn’t mind gettin’ a bit more sleep but as far as totally clearin’ my head altogether, it’s just not possible. No way.

I have WAY TOO MANY hopes and dreams to ever forget about her, even if I did want to. Nope, the impact that she’s had on me is even more than I can begin to describe, let alone figure out how to put a stop to it.

Kinda like Niagara Falls, my feelings just continue to flow, gushing forth with an enormous force. A force so strong that I have a hard time believin’ anything could stop this uncontrollable current of overwhelmingness.

If I had ever been in this position before, perhaps I might have some type of remedy for what ails me but I can honestly say that I’ve never been in this or anything even close to this situation prior to this so I have no idea how to proceed.

I guess all I can do is continue to ride it out, in hopes that at some point in the near future, things will get back on track and my clock will return to keeping normal time. I know there’s only one way for that to happen and to be honest, I think about that very thing happening 24/7. I just can’t help it, she’s always on my mind.

Until I hear a Ref yell “Time Out”, I guess I’ll continue to be on Football Time!

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Firstly, let me just start off by saying that I fully understand that this is a dangerous topic and while some might wonder why the heck I’m even goin’ there, those that know me and are familiar with my writing know all to well that I’m pretty much fearless when it comes to tackling subjects that others simply refuse to delve into. In essence, I’m the go there guy. Despite my own better judgement.

As I mentioned earlier, I’d have to think that this has been going on since women were able to make a choice on their own as far as who they wanted to be with. Good or Bad, Good or Bad, oh Mom, which guy should I choose???

This might not have applied in the Caveman days as it seems to me that when a first date consists of a guy draggin’ a woman by her hair, into his cave and havin’ his way with her, that would basically put ALL guys in the Bad Boy category.

And perhaps this was also the case in the days of the Roman Empire. Not sure women had much choice back then either. I wouldn’t think that Good Guys had much luck as being nice probably got you thrown in with the lions or at the very least, you ended up breakin’ rocks until your arms and legs were yanked from your body as you were being pulled apart by two separate Chariots, headin’ in two different directions. Not good to be a Good Guy in those days, that’s for sure.

The women, if they did happen to take a chance on speaking up in regards to who it was they wanted to date, would more than likely have had their heads chopped off before they could even get the words out. Probably a good idea just to keep ones mouth shut, or forever hold your head…. ooops, your peace.

Even in the days of the Kings ‘n Queens in jolly ol’ England, not really a good idea to speak your mind, let alone having a bumper sticker on ones Magic Pumpkin saying something along the lines of “Good Guys Rule!” because at the very least, you’d be scrubbin’ floors and cleanin’ chamber pots as your evil step sisters were out carousing with all the Bad Boys in town.

A womans only hope was to be born into a wealthy family but even then, they still didn’t have much of a choice as these were the days of the arranged marriages and as such, they would end up with Lord Goofball III by default. So these weren’t so much choices as stuck withs. Ahhh, the good ol’ days.

Jeez, up until now I hadn’t really put all this together but maybe women have been ingrained to want Bad Boys, whether that’s what they really want or not. Maybe they just can’t help themselves?

Is it a matter of going against what they’re told to want, as in their elders telling them to watch out for the Bad Boys as they will treat them badly, abuse them and then leave them? And so they have no other choice but to go against the grain in an attempt to find out for themselves if what they were told is actually true? Hmmmmm…… I wonder.

Or is it them thinkin’ that this time is gonna be different? Somehow this guy will love them so much that the guy will do whatever it takes to make her happy and if changing his evil ways is what it’s gonna take to get her to stay, then so be it. Like somehow they’re gonna fix him.

Good luck with that one. As we all know, people in general, especially guys (of which I’m one) rarely if ever change. Especially not for someone else, let alone for themselves. Sure, we all grow in one way or another and we attempt to better ourselves but not many will change for someone else. At least not their entire moral outlook, their entire character. I’d have to think that we’re pretty much us from the time we become adults.

So why is it then that you see so many women with Bad Boys? Do they think it’s cool? Do they like the feeling of doing something wrong and gettin’ away with it? To be honest, I have no idea. No idea whatsoever. It seems like they always complain about gettin’ treated like crap. And then they go back to them. Go figure.

I’d like to think I’m from the other side of the tracks. I’d have to consider myself to be one of those idiots… .ooops, I mean one of the Good Guys. You know the type, the guys that finish last! Yep, that’s us.

Oh sure, women say that they want nice guys but I’ve yet to see anything to prove this theory to be true. Could it be the lack of drama? The missing daily controversy? The fact that all nice guys wanna do is treat their partners right, to get along?

Hell, where’s the excitement in that? Sounds kinda boring, doesn’t it? I mean, without all the drama, the constant fighting and bickering, what’s left in a relationship?

All you end up with is love. Pure, unrelenting, selfless, love and devotion and who the hell wants to live a life as drama free as that? Well, for starters, I do. Yep, to me, drama and controversy suck. There’s enough stress in life without having to add to it in a relationship. I don’t do drama. No thanks, not my cup of green tea.

I’d much rather spend my time being happy, laughing and enjoying life. After all, isn’t that what life is really all about? I sure think so anyway.

So I guess we’ll just have to leave this as an open ended question, an unsolved mystery. Good or Bad, I have no idea what women really want. Which is probably a good thing because there’s a pretty good chance I’m not gonna reinvent myself as someone else. At least not anytime soon.

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It was good while it lasted. Oh, the times we had together, just you and me. Conversing endlessly without uttering a word, refusing to let anyone or anything else distract us from each other. Caught up in all the hopes and dreams of a wonderfully magic future together, the unknown being layed out before us along the Golden Highway Of Information.

Yes, it was exquisite to say the least. Better than either of us ever imagined it would, let alone could be. Knowing full well that no one else on earth could even begin to come close to sharing what we shared. What is it they say, “Two hearts beating as one?” That pretty much sums up our relationship in a nutshell. We were inseparable, never feeling lonelier than when we were apart.

Even though we were never more than a mouse click away from each other, sometimes it felt like we were millions of e~miles apart. On those rare occasions that I would wake up, run to my computer, only to Log On and find that you hadn’t left me a message, I’m not ashamed to admit now that my heart would drop to my stomach.

Was it something I said? Maybe something I didn’t say? There MUST be some kinda misunderstanding here. Then the turmoil of the unknown would begin to take over, along with all of its second guessing and the wish I could take it backs to add to the nausea.

Like a lonely Text sent off into Cyberspace, not knowing if it reached it’s destination or not. If it didn’t get there, should you send it again? Ohhhh, at the risk of looking like a CyberStalker there’s just no way you can take a chance on hitting send again, can you? No way! All you can do it sit there, with your hands tucked under your legs, trying your best to slow down your imagination and not touch the keyboard. Jeez, I can feel an ulcer brewing already!

And if your Text did arrive at its intended destination, then why have you yet to receive a response? Too busy, a blow off, mad, all those questions and more begin to spin throughout your head until you’re so dizzy you wish you could throw up and get it over with, just so you’d feel better. Yikes, it’s no wonder I hate texting so much.

But that was the feeling I got when I didn’t hear from you. How did I become so attached, so completely vulnerable? That is something I truly can’t answer. Yet it’s painfully obvious that I was completely under your spell.

Although we started out as mere acquaintances, two strangers passing in the night so to speak, somehow our relationship blossomed into something so indescribably wonderful that I’m sure very few others could claim anything near as grand as what we shared.

Yet, like almost all good things, this too must come to an end. I feel I’m no longer in charge of my life, let alone my inner being. My soul. All hopes of regaining order are far outweighed by the magnitude of my feelings. My wants, my needs have taken over and all my priorities seem to have been left by the wayside.

As I continue to struggle with this situation, doing everything in my power to hang on to my last shred of dignity, not wanting to succumb to the painful reality that I am well aware of and know all too well is waiting for me just ahead, I begin to realize that I’m steadfastly running out of strength.

Strength to fight this Demon, this Monster that I created myself. Yes, me and me alone. I have no one else to blame for this terrible situation but myself. Dammit! After all, I started it and knowing that, I feel it’s up to me to end it.

And while I knew damn well it had to happen sometime, I truly did my best to put it off as long as possible. Oh, some might say that I buried my head in the sand, not wanting to face reality and in all honesty, I’d have trouble posing a good argument against their accusations. But if they knew the bond I felt, that special something that only we shared, perhaps they would be a bit less harsh. Just a little more understanding.

Knowing full well the writing has been on the wall for quite some time now doesn’t make what I’m about to say an easier for me. I’m sure you know that. And even if you don’t want to, I’m sure if you look inside, deep down inside your heart, you’ll know it’s for the best. The best for both of us.

And so with that, I’m left with no other choice. Please believe me, I’ve thought about this for a very long time. I’ve struggled with this for so long now, yet I’ve been unable to come up with a reason strong enough, legitimate enough to avoid the heartbreak that I know we are both about to endure. But break your heart I must.

Therefore, knowing I have done everything to the best of my ability to avoid the unavoidable, at this point I’m left with no other option. All I can do now…. is UNSUBSCRIBE!

Yes, I’m afraid that’s what it’s come down to. While I look so forward to your daily, sometimes two and three times a day correspondence, I feel as if I have no other option. For some time now I have let your e~notes consume my entire existence, ceasing to live my own life, on my own terms.

Not that I didn’t look forward to receiving each and every message that you sent. No, please don’t think that. You know I did. Every time I opened my Inbox, I felt like I was an Astronaut at Cape Canaveral, anxiously awaiting another Launch. The anxiety I felt over each and every excruciatingly slow countdown just can’t be described.

That tumultuous feeling, wondering whether or not your Server was gonna crash (no, not again!) just after take off was sometimes just too much to take. Even though it crashed about 99.9% of the time, there was still the small chance that it wouldn’t, which left the door of surprise slightly ajar. OK, not really, just tryin’ to humor you.

Oh, and the way you created all the angst with all of your time sensitive Trinkets, keeping me on the edge of my keyboard seemingly every minute of the day and night was pure genius. Get In Now, Closing The Doors In Two Hours, Only 6 More Fast Action Bonuses Available, Secrets That Only The Biggest Gurus Know, all the clever copywriting kept me glued to my monitor for sure.

I mean, I’m a complete sucker for fre*e knowledge and somehow you knew that about me. Perhaps you Googled me, I’m not sure but no doubt you did your research. Not just Keyword research but some real diggin’, more than you’d ever get from my email address.

Which reminds me. Those clever Opt In Boxes of yours sure were mesmerizing to say the least. Flashing this, blinking that, scrolling left and right with arrows jiggling all over the place. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a horse, no way to resist. And that damn Pop Up Domination plugin, even though I thought I was more than prepared for it to hit me like an air bag in an old Honda Accord, still shocked the hell out of me each and every time. Mission accomplished.

And once I was inside, searching for a way to download my f*ree Ebook, that’s when you knew you had me. “You’ll never have this opportunity again, once this page is gone, it’s gone forever, once in a lifetime a program like this comes along, don’t miss it, BONUS, BONUS, BONUS!!!” Yes, I’ll admit I did get sucked in a few (thousand) times but I’d like to think I learned a few things along the way as well. At least I hope so anyway.

I’m always on a quest for knowledge and so I don’t look at this as a wasted journey by any means. After all, I have learned quite a bit from all my research, not to mention tons of trial and error. More error than I probably would have liked to have had but I guess that’s all part of the process.

That’s not to say that I know anything at all about the Internet, Computers, Webinars, HTML, SEO, Backlinks, Trackbacks, Social Media, Affiliate Marketing, Clickbank, Amazon, Google Ad Words, Selling Info Products Online or anything else but I’m sure I know more now than I did a couple years ago.

But my quest for online knowledge has really only just begun. And while I feel as if I’m abandoning you, in essence I’m not. I’m merely going to make an effort to restructure my online search in an effort to become a bit more laser focused on my goals rather than to attempt taking in all of the f*ree knowledge available.

I continually had the feeling that if I was to Opt Out, the very next day I would be missing out on that one special nugget, that special something that would lead me to the fast track, straight to the end of the golden rainbow.

Only problem is, I’ve already got a hard drive full of Ebooks and PDF’s that I know would add tons to my online schooling but as of yet, I haven’t even read any them. Nope, not a one.  Like they say, “So much knowledge, so little mind” or something like that.

And so, it is with a heavy heart that I must do my best to let you go. I’m sure you know how hard this is for me and I hope you can understand where I’m coming from. It’s just that I need my life back. Well, what little there is left of it. I’m afraid that if I don’t break these ties at some point, I may never have a life again.

My thirst for knowledge is stronger than the both of us and that is the one thing I can always depend on, just as you did. However, if I don’t begin to focus in a bit better, find some semblance of direction for my online endeavors, I honestly feel that I will continue to spin my wheels, digging myself deeper into a hole. A hole from which I may never escape.

Therefore, I must bid most (not quite all. Wuddaya think I am, crazy?) of you a fond farewell. You know I hate to go …. but go I must. I can’t begin to thank you enough for all of your Fr*ee knowledge, help and advice. Please don’t take any of this personally. I assure you it’s nothing personal, it’s just business.

And as I mentioned earlier, it’s you, not me. I mean it’s me, not you. Ah, the hell with it. Who’s kiddin’ who? It’s BOTH of us!

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This is a question that I’ve been asking myself from about as far back as I can remember. Well, at least somewhere back around the time I first became interested in girls. Come to think of it, I’ve been interested in girls from as far back as I can remember. Sheesh, that IS a long time.

Hard to believe I’ve been struggling with this question for that long. How will I know when it’s right? How will I ever be able to tell when I’ve met THE ONE? This just has to be one of the most often asked questions, regardless of gender.

I’ll bet even the Cavemen were asking this very question as well. I kinda wonder if they just knew it by the feeling of their hair as they drug them into their caves. I’m not thinkin’ communication was a huge part of a relationship back then.

I can remember my Dad telling me, “Oh, you’ll know when it’s right.” What kind of a lame ass answer is that? That seems to be the default answer that every parent read in “Raising Your Children for DUMMIES.” Haven’t we all heard that standard answer about a million times?

Sure, as kids we fell for it about the first three or four hundred times but after that, we began to question the logic behind such a theory. At that point, we don’t even know how to drive a car yet, how in the hell are we supposed to know if she’s THE ONE? Our one and only, our destiny, our soulmate?

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s a feeling you’ll get inside. You’ll know when it’s right.” Huh? Inside where? Based on that theory, I’ve met the one on more than one occasion. And let me tell you, it’s pretty damn obvious at this point that they weren’t the one. At least not the one I dream about anyway.

And besides, what exactly is this feeling that I’m supposed to be getting? Is it a peaceful, serene, quiet inside type of thing or is it a full on frustrating, raging sexual tension kinda thing? It’s comical how those that say that I’ll know it when I feel it sure as hell are lousy at describing the feeling themselves.

If they found it so easily, and knew they had found it then it seems to me that they should surely be able to describe it just as easily. But all too often that doesn’t seem to be the case. Nope, not at all. In fact, completely the opposite.

Most of those that you ask just seem to begin staring at the floor, shuffling their feet in hopes that it’s all a bad dream and the question will somehow just disappear, back to whence it came. But no such luck. This is a question that demands an answer. An answer to an as yet unsolved mystery.

So as the questionee begins to ponder all of the possible answers they could give in an effort to just get it over with and answer the question at hand, their mind goes into hyper~drive and the smoke starts pouring out of their ears.

Not only do they not have a legitimate answer, now they find themselves swimming in a sea of self doubt, wondering as to whether or not they themselves ended up with their one and only. After all the questions they asked themselves before they ever made their connection, did they make the right choice?

No doubt they were so sure at the time, not a question in their mind but for some strange reason things are no longer so cut ‘n dry for them. So they start mumbling some kinda mumbo jumbo, praying that their phone will magically ring, allowing them to get out of answering the original question.

Noticing the extreme anguish on their face, it’s probably best to just withdraw the question at this point. No need to cause a divorce over a stupid question, right? Well, it’s not that it’s a totally stupid question, just one that isn’t all that easily answered. No matter how easy you might think it is.

Perhaps that’s because it’s more of a feeling rather than a thought, a process of elimination. Assessing all of your feelings, both positive and negative as they pertain to the person you desire to be with. Then coming to a conclusion of sorts, which would make complete sense as I truly believe that the decision to spend the rest of your life with someone is a decision that will have to be made by you, not an outsider so to speak. But for some reason that sounds entirely too logical.

While their input and advice can be a welcome thing in this situation, ultimately it’s you that is going to have to decide what’s right for you. Oh, and I guess the person that you’re planning on spending the rest of eternity with should have a bit of a say in this decision as well. I mean, after all it’s only fair.

After all, this is a HUGE decision. For both of you. This pretty much spells the end of the road as it were, the end of the dating road anyway. Which as we all know can be a huge blessing. Whether we’d like to admit it or not, DATING SUCKS!

At least for most people it does. Yes, there are some serial daters out there that have made dating their lifes mission, seemingly never wanting it to end. Kinda like those kids that stay in college for 14 years and never graduate. The real world can be a scary thing, same as a real relationship. So much better to hide in the Land Of No Commitment, the home of zero expectations.

I would have to believe that almost everyone would rather be in a monogamous, committed relationship but find it so much easier to just skate through life, single and scammin’.

Like a rock skipping across a pond. Never really landing anywhere stable, just droppin’ by only long enough to get some traction for another leap towards who knows where, movin’ on to something seemingly bigger and better.

But as we all know, eventually that rock sinks into the muddy, murky depths below, never to be heard from again. And so it is with the dating world. All those years of going from pit stop to pit stop will surely leave you stuck in the pits. Doesn’t sound very appealing to me, that’s for sure.

But the other side to that dreadful race to Nowhereville is the other form of hell, known as settling. Yep, in essence giving up and doing whatever it takes, basically sacrificing your soul to avoid being alone. Surely that’s not the answer. Is it? Please oh please tell me it isn’t.

Damn, I sure hope not because to me, that’s just as miserable, if not more so than being alone. I’m sure we’ve all known plenty of people that although they aren’t physically alone, they are some of the loneliest people on earth. Married, kids, the whole nine yards, yet they are so unhappy and only wish they were single again.

How terrible would that be to know that you’re in a relationship with someone that you aren’t attracted to, have nothing in common with and have zero connection to. Besides a Marriage License of course. Yet, in essence you’re stuck with that person forever. I’ll take being single and alone over that prison any day of the week.

I truly don’t believe that life was meant to be spent alone. Sure, it might appear to be an easier way to live. In theory you can avoid all of the heartache, heart break and disappointment that some relationships tend to entail. But you’ll also miss out on all of the joy, happiness and bliss that comes from finding the one. From spending your life with your true love.

Although I have yet to meet my one and only, I know it’s only a matter of time before I do. And I also know that it will be worth all of the heartache I’ve had to endure along the way. It’s like they say, without the bad, how would we know when things are good? And I have no doubt that’s true.

Of course it totally sucks (ok, MAJORLY totally sucks!) when you’re going through all of those bad times and it’s even worse when some well meaning individual tells you that it just wasn’t meant to be, which at that point is pretty much the last thing you want to hear.

Eventually though, once you scrape up what’s left of your heart off the hot asphalt with a worn out spatula (how’s that for a visual?) and begin to trudge the long and lonely road ahead once again, you come to realize that it never would have worked for the long haul and to continue on would have just been futile.

And for me, it has to be able to stand the test of time. I want a long term, monogamous, commited relationship and I refuse to bring my heart out of hiding for anything less than that. Why risk all that heartbreak on a connection that doesn’t show all the signs of having that possibility? No thank you, not interested.

Problem is, in your mind you were thinking that maybe she could be the one but once you begin to be honest, with yourself and who you truly are on the inside, you have to admit that although you knew it wasn’t totally there for you, perhaps the compromises that you were willing to make just wouldn’t have been worth it in the long run.

I have no doubt that true love does exist and it will require some sacrifices and to some extent you also have to make compromises as well. But that isn’t to say that you must completely compromise who you are, on the inside, for another person.

Once you begin to change who you are as a person and what you truly want in a relationship for the sake of not being alone, that is a sure guarantee that you will never be happy in the end.

With over six billion people on the planet, you’d have to think that there’s someone, a soulmate, a one and only, out there for everyone. The problem is, how on earth do you find your soulmate? Chances are they’re not gonna pull up ridin’ on the Soulmate Train. And if and when you are lucky enough to find your one and only, how will you know for sure that this person is THE ONE? Oh, you’ll just know…..

Have you found yourself wondering when and IF you’ll ever find THE ONE and how you’ll know when you do? I’d appreciate hearing your feelings about your quest for your soulmate and if you enjoyed this Post, I’d appreciate it if you’d share it with your friends. Thank you