Well, it’s come to this.

To paraphrase a line from a very sappy (but utterly wonderful) movie, I believe in beauty the way some people believe in fairy tales. It’s not the storm that is the reality but the rainbow that emerges. Beauty is the truth, and it underlies everything and everyone, regardless of the outward expression, regardless of any garbage.

Life tries to take that away, to force us to move from immature optimism and faithfulness to a more “mature” realism. Harden. Become a cynic to self-protect. Maybe that’s a good strategy. Settle in life. Settle for what we can get rather than what we want because the alternative is worse: having nothing. Don’t try to shine. Don’t dare to dream that hopes and desires are real, they’ll only lead to derision or rejection. Failure. Lead the life of quiet desperation for it is better, far better, than hopefully dipping your toe or your soul in the sea and having it immediately devoured by a f***ing great white. Be a lemming.

Regardless of life’s crap, I can’t do it. I can’t give up or in. Yes, I have felt pain and loss. I have felt pressed by a world that is sometimes darker and unfriendlier than I expected. But it always passes. The clouds lift, the rainbow returns, and somehow it’s brighter and bigger and more magnificently inspiring. Maybe it’s the whole appreciation thing. Maybe without darkness there cannot be an understanding of light. Maybe there are limits to the way we usually see and experience things, which prevent us from being able to recognize the perfection around us. I don’t know the answer, but I believe. It’s who I am, and I cannot change. Such belief is what makes me me.

So it doesn’t seem odd in the least to reach out and call for you, wherever you are. The universe is limitless and benevolent, after all, so the obstacles we might see are nothing. Our part is to tune in, open ourselves, and go for it with wild abandon.

Let’s get on with it, shall we? I’m at the place in my life where I am ready to welcome you. I am ready for transcendent connection and all the goodies that go with.

Me? I’ll get to that, but I’d like to talk about you a little first. You are kind and loving, sexy and smart. Intelligence is delicious, and leads to creativity and playfulness and piquancy, all of which you have in spades. I have a theory regarding intelligence I’m dying to test with you. You can laugh at yourself and see the humor in life (there is always humor in life). I have come to believe there are two types of people: those who see the world through a lens of fear, for whom every new experience, every new person is fraught with risk and danger, and those who are optimistic and trusting, believing they can have their banana and eat it, too (and that the person standing over there isn’t angling to steal their banana). Guess which you are? You like to move your body because, well, because it’s part of being a damn healthy human. Hint: I believe in being a healthy human. You are physical, just as you are cerebral, just as you are emotional and artistic, in whatever form that art emerges. And since I’m ordering here, I’ll go ahead and give you a nice ass, alright? And soft, kissable lips. And a nice belly button. Moving along, you are flexible (yes, bendy is definitely good, but I’m referring to the ability to adapt to and deal with different circumstances). You would be content, no, ecstatic, to lie in a Bali hut with the breeze rustling the palm fronds and the sounds of birds (and hopefully running or crashing water) providing a joyful accompaniment. Or on a blanket in the grass on top of a hill. Or in a double hammock, gently swaying and checking out the clouds, pressed against the body of your lover in warm embrace. There is a place for business and hustle, and they are often necessary to facilitate such more natural, connected leisure, but you prioritize experiencing life, in the present moment, as I. You approach life with enthusiasm, passionate about this opportunity to experience. You are open-minded, non-judgmental, because you have managed in some small way to curb that hyperactive human ego that seeks to place people and things into tidy boxes. Life is experience, and you are not a single-faceted jewel. You are cut with hundreds, thousands, an infinite number of perfect edges, and in the end, you are not afraid to let me see the light reflecting from each of them. Such trust and expression allow transcendent connection, and that is what you want in your heart, isn’t it? You do your part in creating the mutually supportive safe space that allows us to blow the lid off the whole damn thing. Oh, you have a deliciously dirty mind.

What the hell is the point of hiding in life? Be who you are. Embrace and revel in it. Be kind, generous, and compassionate while pursing passion. Have the brains and the spirit to break free of social conditioning and fly. Be beautiful. It’s very f***ing attractive to me.

What you have obtained or accomplished is interesting but unimportant. What matters is who you are and who you wish to be. Let’s metamorphose into giant multicolored butterflies together.

Seems I may have told you plenty about me already. No one is a list of hobbies, interests, or traits. In general, I’m active, healthy, attractive, and passionate. I like words and music. My favorite foods grow on trees. I’ve had crazily varying life experiences, and now I’m on an amazing rock in the middle of a big ocean. I care about people more than I care about things. I am genuine.

I am sending out my call for you like the sound of a horn.