"How to Find True Love, rather how it finds you."

 

I Have a very dear friend David give me an article
that he cut out and stapled together. 

It's been sitting by my bed and
for some reason this morning
I felt compelled to grab it and read it. 

This article was very... sticky. real and lovely.  

I want to share some of this Essay with you. 

It's by Lois Smith Brady from "Love Lessons"

In my mid-20's I moved to New York City where Love is as hard to find as a legal parking spot. 
In my mind, love was something behind a tinted window, part apparition, part shadow, definitely unreachable.  Whenever I spotted Happy-looking couples, I'd wonder  where they found love and want to follow them home for the answer.  
After a few years in the city I got my dream job-writing about weddings for a magazine called 7Days.  I had to find interesting engaged couples and write up their love stories.  I got to ask total strangers the things I'd always wanted to know. 
    I found at least one sure answer to the question "How do you know it's love?" 
You know when everyday things surrounding you-the leaves, the shade of light in the sky, a bowl of strawberry's-suddenly shimmer with a kind of unreality. 
You know when the tiny details about another person, ones that are insignificant to most people, seem fascinating and incredible to you.  One groom told me he loved every-thing about his future wife, from her handwriting to the way she scratched on their apartment door like a cat when she came home. (I bet he told her all of these things too)
You also know it's love when you can't stop talking to each other.  Almost every couple I've ever interviewed said that on their first or second date, they talked for hours and hours.  For some, falling in love is like walking into a soundproof confessional booth, a place where you can tell all. 
    Finding love can be like discovering a gilded ballroom on the other side of your dingy apartment, and at the same time like finding a pair of great old blue jeans that are exactly your size and seem as if you've worn them forever.  I cant tell you how many women have told me they knew they were in love because they forgot to wear makeup around their boyfriend.  Or because they felt at ease hanging around the house with him in flannel pajamas.  There's some modern truth to Cinderella's take-it's love when you're incredibly comfortable, when the shoe fits perfectly.
   Finally, I think you're in love if you can make each other laugh at the very worst times-when the government is auditing you or when you're driving a convertible in the rainstorm or when your hair is turning grey.  As someone once told me, 90 percent of being in love is making each other's lives funnier and easier, all the way to the deathbed.
    Seven years ago I started writing about love and weddings for the New York Times in a column called "Vows."  And now that I have been on this beat for so long , a strange thing has happened:  I'm considered an expert on love.  The truth is, love is still mostly a mystery to me.  The only thing I can confidently say is this:  Love is a plentiful as oxygen.  You don't have to be thin, naturally blond, super successful, socially connected, knowledgeable about politics or even particularly charming to find it. 
   I've interviewed many people who were down on their luck in every way-a ballerina with chronic back problems, a physicist who had been on 112 disastrous blind dates, a clarinet player who was a single dad and could barely pay the rent.  But love, when they found it, brought humour, candlelight, home-cooked meals, fun, dancing, adventure, poetry and long conversations into their lives. 
   When people ask me where to find love, I tell  a story about one of my first job interviews. It was with an editor at a famous literary magazine.  I had no experience or skills, and he didn't for one second consider hiring me.  But he gave me some advice I will never forget.  He said, "Go out into the world.  Work hard and concentrate on what you love to do, writing.  If you become good, we will find you." 
You have to be confident in yourself before someone else can have or see the confidence in you.  You attract people that way.
    That's why I always tell people looking for love to wait for that "I won the lottery feeling"-wait, wait, wait!!  Don't read articles about how to trap, seduce or hypnotize a mate.  Don't worry about your lipstick or your height, because it's not going to matter.  Just live your life well, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, and don't mope too much.  Love will find you.
     Eventually it even found me.  At 29, I met my husband in a stationery store.  I remember that his eyes perfectly match his faded jeans.  He remembers that my sneakers were full of sand.  He still talks about those sneakers and how they evoked his childhood-bonfires by the ocean, driving on the sand in an old jeep-all those things that he cherished. 
   How did I know that it was true love?  Our first real date lasted for nine hours;  we just couldn't stop talking.  I had never been able to dance in my life, but I could dance with him, perfectly in step.  I have learned that it's love when you finally stop tripping over your toes. 
   With each story I hear, I have proof that love, optimism, guts, grace, perfect partners and good luck do, in fact, exist.  Love, in my opinion, is not a fantasy, not the stuff of romance novels or fairy tales.  It's as gritty and real as the subway, it comes around just as regularly, and as long as you can stick it out on the platform, you wont miss it.