A Potential Mate: How to Know Him When You See Him
Welcome to another day in my life. Today is Saturday and I hope you had a beary safe and great week. Dab the AIDS Bear has just returned from deployment with the US Army and is headed off to do another event out of town.
The book Soul Signs by Rosemary Altea not only taught me about myself, it also taught me how to determine compatible mates for me. With my horrible track record, the lesson was welcome.
As a “dreamer soul” sign in Altea’s system, my energy flow is central, which means I’m supposed to get along with introverts, extroverts and other centralists. It’s like having type AB positive blood type, the universal recipient: I’m receptive to everybody.
I’m supposed to be most compatible with the “new born soul,” the “prophet soul” or the “traveler soul.” But my previous ex is the last, so that one seems to be problematic for me.
The “prophet soul” can be a calming influence and appreciate my creativity and inspiration. The “new born soul” is supposedly my ideal mate. He is innovative and can provide me with inspiration. My quest is now refined.
Having a better idea how to identify most-compatible mates got me thinking about the off-Broadway musical comedy “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change.” The play looks at truths we don’t want to admit about relationships and the mating game. The big truth is people don’t change, or if they do change, they usually only experience minor shifts in personality and habits.
A hard-earned lesson for most of us is the value of evaluating the compatibility of a potential mate after the initial infatuation of dating has passed and the surge of serotonin in the brain calms down. If you take off your rose-colored glasses to assess the good and less attractive traits of your potential mate, you’re in a better state to decide whether you can not only live with but actually embrace the entire person, pimples and all.
With new knowledge from Soul Signs, I have a better understanding of the fundamental aspects of my personality — those that I can’t change — and the understanding that the same is true for a possible mate. The key is to accurately identify these traits.
The thing is, my soul sign means I have rose-colored glasses super-glued to my face. Short of growing a new set of eyes in the back of my head, I might be doomed. Perhaps a seeing-eye dog could sniff out one good man for me. He need not be perfect, just beautifully imperfect. Luckily, I found him two years ago...
Hope you have a beary safe and great Saturday!
Until we meet again; here's wishing you health, hope, happiness and just enough.
big bear hug,