Someone with a beautiful soul.
There has to be something far beyond their eyes, and I’ll usually know from the onset whether I catch a glimpse of it or not, and if what l see fails to stir the Heart and the Soul and the Imagination, I’ll probably never be interested and nothing can ever remedy that. It’s a mix of elation and trepidation, that feeling, and if their gaze for whatever reason lingers and holds mine then it’s as if I’m suddenly caught in a maelstrom, cognizant of the fact that it’ll probably lead to personal disaster but finding that I’m already too far adrift to stop its torrential pull.
It’ll undoubtedly remain this way until I learn how to swim. But, to continue…
I look for someone who feels at once both naturally familiar yet tantalizingly foreign, possessed of virtues and vices that would devastate me if I were to lose them. I look for someone who is fiercely independent, who knows the value of companions yet has also wandered the divergent paths of solitude as often as I have, or at the very least understands my continuing need for it. If we’re talking about a relationship with someone as difficult as I am, whether through similar experiences or unparalleled levels of empathy, genuine understanding on their end is paramount; anything less and they’re just courting disaster once their illusion of infatuation shatters.
I wouldn’t be here now were it not for the enduring power of the arts, so a passion for them is a must. I’ve dated people with no artistic ability to speak of, but they’ve been exceptions more often than not. Someone with a real voice, and I mean that in the literary sense more than I do for spoken word, although it’s definitely a plus if I find myself continually longing to hear the sound of their voice, and if they can sing, even better. Or hum a lilting tune afterwards. I also desire a partner who’s as adventurous, deviant and insatiable as I am.
Aesthetically speaking, I’m highly drawn to people with snow-white skin and lively eyes of any color, though I am admittedly a sucker for shades of green and/or blue. This has been a reoccurring theme throughout the years, even seeping into fictional characters of mine. I could go further into detail and talk about my love of delicate hands, shapely hips, and the sensuous nature of the female figure in general, but physical attraction on some level is only a plus, not a concrete necessity… unless we’re talking about the eyes. I sincerely doubt I’ll ever love someone lacking of that particular quality, I mean, you’ve seen “dead eyes”, right? Void of all vibrancy, vitality and depth? Yeah, no thank you. It’s been my experience in life that persons with such eyes leave me wanting in multitudes, so there appears to be a strong correlation there, as if that old adage which I won’t repeat actually holds some merit.
This question asks what I look for in a partner, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not looking at all.
This was really long winded but, private sessions aside, it’s been quite a while since I’ve responded to any question worth answering.