Just one someone

After watching West Virginia make it to their first Final Four in, like, forever, I was flipping channels and caught the tail end of Sleepless in Seattle — a movie I’ve seen more times than I care to admit to.

But what caught my ear was the Jimmy Durante song being played as they walked hand in hand off the Empire State Building’s observation deck, happily ever after:

Where’s the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you’ve found her, build your world around her.

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy,
And you will be happy, too.

“Make just one someone happy, and you will be happy, too”.  So, perhaps this put a tear in my eye.  Just maybe I was bawling like a baby.  Or, something like that.

I’m generally pretty happy with my life.  Before I came out last year, I didn’t have a whole lot of luck putting together a long-term relationship.  Funny how me and boys didn’t seem to get along for too long before I got the hell out.  And since I’ve come out, I’ve done some online dating (with not much success) and have otherwise kind of waited for someone to come along.  You know, and find me… sitting in my chair… in my family room… isn’t that how magic happens?

But sometimes I’ll see how things are supposed to be (don’t bring me down by suggesting that movies and songs AREN’T the way real life works), and it strikes such a melancholy chord within me (one time, it was an episode of Full House that almost literally made my ovaries hurt) that I can’t but help to feel like I’m a little lost in life.  Sure, I’ve got great friends, and it’s not like I spend my nights at home by myself (unless I choose to), but one of these days I’d like to meet that someone special.

I feel like there’s a hole in my life, just a spot that I’ve been keeping open, waiting for that one girl to come along. Just like another well-known movie line, I want to say to someone:  “You complete me.”


3 responses to “Just one someone

  1. I go back and forth between singing “But Not for Me” and “Someone to Watch Over Me” in the shower. This is *very* telling. What does it tell? That I’m a geriatric, Gershwin-loving grandma trapped in the body of a 29-year-old single gay woman.

    Don’t let anyone ever tell you that love won’t find you sitting in your chair in your family room. Just up your online shopping, order more pizza and wait for the sexy delivery ladies to come a-knockin’ … wait, is this the plot of a porn? Huh. If not, it should be.

  2. I’ve gotta say – any solution that involves online shopping and ordering pizza? Totally in.

    And now that you’ve written it on teh interwebz I can say I’m testing out a proven, expert-endorsed method for meeting girls. If it’s online, it’s gotta be true. That’s how I see it.

  3. Am I an expert? Sure I am. At eating pizza.

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