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It Had To Be You

October 14, 2008

It’s done.  As of ten minutes ago I have dinged ALL of my prospects.  They were men from different walks of life, men of vastly different backgrounds and fairly different ages.  They were all reasonably interesting, attractive and nice, and they were all eager.  I didn’t feel the desire to get beyond the first or second date stage (let alone the ‘fully dressed’ stage) with any of them.  Maybe their eagerness was the problem?

#1) The starving artist type

A man who’s probably quite a bit older, in his mid forties maybe, divorced, somewhat disheveled financially albeit not physically, recovered alcoholic, sports fan, a creative fool type of guy who really just wants sex and companionship (who doesn’t, after all).  All good, except that he’s probably also pretty simple and not the smartest cookie.  Perfectly nice guy, only I’d trample all over him.

#2) The preppy dorkster type

He’s the kind of guy who is wise beyond his years.  Probably closer to my own age, maybe in his early thirties.  Most likely a reasonably good looking guy who takes pride in his appearance and makes a point in working out regularly, but wears glasses and scarves.  He’s from Europe or Asia, came here for school, and went to an above average university to get an above average degree.  Maybe he has a PhD in math or finance or some other abstract field.  He seems humble or even shy at first, but when you get to know him you realize that he’s actually ridiculously full of himself.  He’s the loner type, probably has a lot more money in the bank than he lets on, and has a polarizing personality.  Doesn’t do it for me.

#3) The smart but laid back boy next door type

A young guy, probably my own age.  The type you’d find spending his early twenties at some random European university, having a good time and getting a degree on the side.  The type who makes good money and is reasonably passionate about his job, who is smart and lives the good life, the type who strikes you as someone whose social life still looks like it did junior year college: working some, playing sports with the guys on the weekend, traveling, not worrying about much.  A seriously cool, nice guy except that I feel like I don’t have much to learn from him.  Big problem.

#4) The ambitious trust fund baby type

He’s the type of man I actually might end up with at some point.  He’s probably well-educated, bright, well-spoken and well-read, comes from money and has money thanks to his own ambition and successful career.  He’s most likely older than me, and is at home in New York or London more than in Boston.  He drives nice cars, stays at nice hotels, owns nice houses and eats at nice restaurants.  He’s reasonably sophisticated, in reasonable shape, and hopefully already worked through his midlife crisis.  The challenge? Finding a type #4 who lives within a twenty mile radius, doesn’t take success and money for granted, has a body as amazing as P’s, and doesn’t have commitment phobia but is young enough to not feel a sense of urgency about having children.

Where do I find one like that?

Leaving Home

June 28, 2008

It’s official – I didn’t get the H1B visa, and thus will have to leave the country in the second week of August. I will still be able to come visit, and in just fifteen months I will return to Boston on a student visa to attend HBS. Having to spend the next year in Europe is not the end of the world; on the contrary, it will likely turn out to be a lot of fun. I also have another six weeks before I actually have to pack up my things and go.

Still… I am sad. I am at home here. My life is in Boston. I don’t want to move out of my apartment. I don’t want to give up my motorcycle. And, of course, I don’t want to leave P. I should probably be grateful for force majeure stepping in and halting our romance, which was always destined to be temporary. My having to leave the country for an extended period of time puts a natural end to something which would otherwise come to a close with a broken heart and too many of tears. But no matter how I think about it – I feel like time is running out, sand running through my fingers. The thought leaves me breathless. I want the world to stop and give me another summer, another year with P. When I woke up next to him yesterday, I couldn’t help but wonder how many more mornings I would have with him. It’s premature for me to quote this, but it captures my mood:

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

[Tears, Idle Tears by Lord Alfred Tennyson]