Hi all,
Darlene,
You may have a point (although I certainly hope not!

). It's possible that many assertive women have found what they're looking for (after all, getting what you want often goes hand in hand with being assertive). I'm just thinking it can't be that
all of them have found it: I'm still here, and I'm still single!

You know, I joke about this a lot, but the fact is, I'm not necessarily submissive (or non-assertive) in
every sphere of my life. So I often wind up asking myself this: do I really want to be in a relationship? Because, it seems to me, if being partnered were truly a pressing issue, a priority, for me, I would, indeed, be in a relationship, by now. Hmph! Go figure!
Celia,
Okay, I see what you're saying.

I answer honestly when I say, No, this has never happened to me, this instant infatuation. Typically, infatuation grows, for me, only once I've come to know the person. Of course, I've seen women that are so achingly beautiful that they've managed to "void" my mind of all thoughts and to make my heart forget itself. Probably, drool happened, too. But (and it's a
huge "but"!), their beauty always seems, well, remote, unapproachable, like that found in the flat yet glossy pages of a fashion magazine. To me, a woman like this is a walking, talking, breathing fantasy--but a fantasy, nonetheless. I know it's not fair to her--to her underlying humanity--to think like this, but I can't help but feel that she holds up her looks as a shield, in pretty much the same way I've been accused (rightly, I think) of holding up my intellect as a shield. It's mesmerizing, yes, but it's also a little off-putting. I can't help but wonder, now where will this angel fit in the world of common mortals? Oh, and by the way, I feel this way about achingly beautiful men, too--it has little to do, as you yourself said, with sexual attraction.
I'm 43 years old and I've only ever been truly, madly, deeply in love once in my life. I had not known this woman as anything other than a good friend when, one morning about three months after our first meeting, I woke up completely confused... as though her very soul had haunted my dreams all night long. Thoughts of her lingered well into the day. When I next saw her, I knew, I just knew deep down in my own soul, that she was, in fact, that missing part of myself that I'd unconsciously been searching for all my life (I was 26, at the time). Needless to say, I proceeded to make a complete fool of myself (oh! but what a happy fool was I!) over the course of the following months (and I'll spare you the details). See, this is how it happens for me: once I've glimpsed the beauty and the splendour that radiates from a person's being--something the skin can't hide, any more than can physical beauty or homeliness--I'm hooked. This is what infatuation is, to me. Of course, I don't always act on it (or "pursue," in your own terms), but it's there. With the one woman who, so far, has been my one true love, I did pursue. Boy, did I ever!

And, yes, I could never see our relationship as not including my newfound desire to be physically close to her--a desire so strong and deep it was almost spiritual, in a way. Alas! There was no reciprocation in this regard on her part (not back then, anyway).
So, all this to say that, yes, beauty strikes me. But inner beauty strikes me more. Yes, I feel a physical attraction for women--I
am heterosexual, after all. But I will pursue something much more intangible than beauty, something a lot less noticeable than angelic femininity, something I can only see when I look past the flesh, past the bone: the mindbodyheartsoulbeing of a woman. I can only see that once I've gotten to know her a bit better than a mere glimpse of Heaven can afford. I guess I am a predator, after all. Just call me a romantic predator!
Love,
CJ