I Sure Know How To Pick 'Em

Any Valentine's-Day-themed post needs at least a mention of my...um...suspect taste in men. When I was young(er), I would always fall for boys who were "cultured," boys who liked French cuisine and Ayn Rand books and shopping, boys who were actors and modern dancers. To illustrate:

My first two boyfriends, right there.

Of course, I got older and decided I should only really fall for the ones who were unavailable, or crazy, or both. That was fun.

But there is something to be said for feeling things that intensely--even when they were intensely bad. I miss the feeling of having a crush on someone. I miss feeling: in the last few years, I've realized that anyone I want to start a relationship with will be (given my track record) either suspect, a crazy, or unavailable, emotionally or otherwise, so I don't let myself get very excited about it.

But I have to remember this quote*:
"A lively understandable spirit once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait."

*Theodore Roethke, "The Lost Son." Not about romantic relationships at all. But still very good to quote. (That's the nice thing about literature.)