When a favorite song comes on. By god, there will be dancing.
You don’t know it, but if you’re looking for love your criteria can be defined in two buckets. However, you can be perfectly content or stuck if your love life fulfills only one of these buckets.
One bucket is for the one “you can take home to mother”. He has a stable job, doesn’t beat you up, not a drug addict… Or, she’s the-girl-next-door, hot, not crazy (make-up doesn’t cover this up), or a gold digger either. If you score this one bucket, you would be well to settle and live happily ever after. You’d be well provided with security and stability. With kids, they would be well-loved and supported. Certainly your friends and relatives would be impressed.
What I think you would miss is the passion. I know it as that feeling when my girl walks in the room, at any time, and I’m turned on. If you think, “Damn, that girl is hot..!” and that girl is your girl. That’s what you would miss from the one you can take home to mom.
That’s the second bucket. It’s where all the intangibles go, the X factor. Your boyfriend could be the dick who everyone hates. He could be a loser who doesn’t have a job. The girlfriend your buddy tells you is a slut, the drama queen. The woman who hates all other women. But yet, you stay with them. You know you should leave them already. Family says so. Friends definitely say so. You may have lost both because of him. You mother doesn’t talk to you anymore because of her. That’s the other bucket. No matter what, you’re sticking around. Nevermind how much you know it’s bad for you.
The key to this bucket is that they’re not any of the bad stuff. It’s the girl-next-door who turns you on. Who you can’t imagine being without. That you could love them unconditionally even if they were a piece of shit human being, they just happen to be not.
Only then are you lucky in love.