A dune buggy must be part of our relational contract.
Actually, she needs to be a praying woman, who gets her confidence from God.
She must be about loving people more than politics. She needs to be open to walking with me, exercising with me.
She cannot be a material girl, nor should she be a sweatpants all the time gal. She cannot be allergic to peanuts, as
peanut butter is a staple food for me. (Of course if she contracts an allergy to said goodness, then I will be forgiving
).
She needs to be better at math than me, but she should not wave that skill/gift in my face. Otherwise, I reserve the right to
learn math from her and then get better than her; thereafter, I will put my math skills against hers in a Math-a-thon, which will
actually convey what is and will be known: She, not me, is better... at math.
She needs to be a miracle from God, someone who understands me. Forget humor, she just needs to understand me.
Of course, thanks to my ability to share feelings on various subject matter, she will always know what I am thinking.
Not having to guess, she would only need to interpret. This, of course, is where "understand me" becomes a practical
point.
Then again, God could just change my heart, mind, soul, and body to find someone else altogether attractive to me.
For now, though, I am what I am: A puzzle without all of the pieces. She will be one more piece to help form me... as God intends. This does not mean she will "complete me," or I her. Rather, the goal is we will enrich each other's life, as hectic or mundane it can get. (It probably will lean to adventurous, compared to boring.)