It's not. It really is NOT!
I live in "a hole in the ground" - up on the side of a granite mountain, in the wilderness - at the intersection of two of the biggest deserts on the north American continent. The population density here is estimated to be about 1 person per 100 sq miles - and that is possibly only during the so-called tourist season!
Now, admittedly, looking like a fantasy diva, as painted by Maxfield Parrish helps...
Kidding! - I am downright "homely", and an obnoxiously insufferable nerdett to boot! I dress like a terrorist, like a reject from Mad Max, and it is not a com costume - no bare midriff - no thigh-high, stiletto heel boots(though I do carry a machete). Also - I am known to eat bugs!!! And wear leaves and twigs in my hair. I am sometimes covered head to foot in caliche dust, and "mule feathers" when those "mountain songbirds" are molting. And I undoubtedly smell like one too, at times! Meeting someone has never been a problem. I only need to look for the geekiest, loneliest looking guy I can locate, and say, "Excuse me, but you are standing in the middle of one of the better specimens of Panicum obtusum I have observed, thus far." To have a slight, unplaceable accent, helps (Lancaster, PA - okay, so I sound slightly like Pavel Andreivich Chekov, at times. So, I just carry my passport, and the Border Patrol does not detain me... 9 times out of 10). And then, there is only to set the hook by grinning at him, with all those chitin exoskeleton bug bits between my teeth.
(You over-educated men are so easy!) The less geeky/cute that he realizes he is, the harder he falls. However, meeting someone, that still finds me interesting, after a few years of sliding off trails, having Jeep tires flattened by calthrops deployed by drug smugglers, getting picked up and interrogated by the BP, stalked by jaguars, snake bit, attacked by one-eyed range bulls with festering poacher's wire-snare wounds, or shot at by desperadoes or surprised rustlers - is unlikely. It tends to wear out relationships somewhat celeritously. (though, I must admit, this last one may be hanging in there rather well, so far
, in spite of almost being poisoned from bad water - I told him to ask me first! ... WHY DO YOU MENFOLK NEVER LISTEN TO ME??? ... SMD!? [selective male deafness?] Hmmm?) What is this about way-cute, geeky guys who play video games?!
I am guessing:
When they find their dream adventure, it is usually not, exactly, as depicted in dreams?
So, was Spock right? Is, "... having ... not so pleasing a thing as wanting..."?
Or, is this possible, to have both, maybe?
