What if

Timing. It's all about timing. Chance. Circumstances. Really. Maybe my cynicism is getting the best of me, maybe it is, but I'm really beginning to feel as if dating, relationships, sex- it all has to do with who happens to be sitting next to you on the train, on the bar stool; who frequents the same coffee shop. And then you make it work. Then you give and you take. Then you accept the person, forgive the person, because suddenly, it feels sacred.

But what if it's not?

What if really, really, there are so many possibilities, so many what if's, so many bar stools that you can't even fathom? What if truly, it's all about chance. Everyone offers something different. Everyone brings something new to the table: good, bad, crazy (that'd be me, this blog speaks volumes attesting to this very fact). And it's all a fit. It's not all magical, it's compromise, and really? [Besides totally nullifying any point I've made thus far pointing to the uniqueness of relationships, of finding someone who you actually like- who you love], I'm beginning to wonder if I could happily be with a variety of people, all offering something different, but all offering also, also, something good and unique.

So, soulmates and all that jazz? Maybe. Maybe. And maybe I'm cynical. But what if there are multitudes of what ifs?