X Unkown

We try to figure out what our "type" is. We date and date only to narrow down the selection process all in hopes of finding the perfect someone. We use phrases like smart, beautiful, funny, caring, loving, compassionate, loyalty, open, friend and honesty. Sometimes we take it to the next level by breaking those down into smarller sub-categories. But here's the thing. Many fit those criteria. What makes you want to go out with "A" instead of "B," "C," and "D"? It's that unknown variable I call "X". X is that feeling you get when you are around that person. B,C, and D can say the same joke but it just sounds better coming from A. X can't really be measured by any normal means. You can't comprehend it with a rational mind because there is nothing about it that makes sense; except that you feel the way you do. X doesn't always show itself in the beginning. Sometimes it waits and hides behind a friend, waiting for the perfect moment, this period of time when its power is at its peak, to say "I could be the one." It doesn't yell it out like a fog horn but whispers it softly like the wind blowing past an oak tree on a nice fall afternoon hoping that one of the falling leaves of attention land and tap you on your heart so you can see its glow. I never claimed to be a writer because my words are not verbose. The only thing I attest to is X being real.