For many years I dated. Power dated it can be called. It was a love/hate ritual. The best behaviors, my favorite outfits (what can I say) the stories shared. Then watching while either of us did something that gave insight to the 'real' person. I would call this losing one's charm. I waited for it. Because that was the real stuff. When the pressure was mounted, then we see the stuffing of what we are made of. As time went on, I wanted desperately to go by easy access. The gentle ones. The ones who wanted to please, or do exciting things. Fun times. But I soon found out, once the conversation ends, it never comes back. Heaven knows I'm a talker. But I am not a fair talker. I want to know all about the other person. I ask, inquire, probe, listen..probe some more. By the end of the day, I knew everything, plus some. I used to gage the person by how well they could engage me. I was highly skilled at deflecting. Like many of us, I was looking for easy. I thought the more I knew, the easier it would be to choose. Was I wrong! Superficial guys, or ones easily distracted, or insecure ones. Who were desperate for attention or needed someone to listen. They were in abundance. How do you make a lasting relationship on that? Or how do you accept a dominant from that? I was shocked to my roots when Gary asked, probed, asked again and shared. No one had ever gotten that far with me. He was insistent, firm and funny. He made all the others seem so superficial by comparison. That was what made me open my eyes. What I was looking for was a formula. What I needed was a relationship. I know it's hard to believe. But if you slow down, look around and take your time, it is out there. The only formula that works, is the one where you get to be yourself. Spoken by someone who loved, lost, got lost, got confused and finally found.