A friend once said there was no difference between attraction and chemistry. I disagreed with him every time the discussion came up and was determined to disprove his theory…or rather…thought.

I then took it upon myself to find a few fellows in which I had varying degrees of attraction to, and also knew I had chemistry with, in hopes of distinguishing whether or not the level of chemistry was dependent on the level of attraction.

My finding: it didn’t matter. Chemistry is chemistry is chemistry.

Attraction on the other hand does have varying degrees and should never be mistaken for chemistry, as attraction is fleeting. Attraction is more based on lust factors, which come and go at will. Chemistry has no start or end; it just exists in its inexplicable form.

Experts have studied pheromones in hopes of pinpointing what elements chemistry might contain, and although it was concluded that pheromones are a feature of chemistry, they’re not the only factor.

In the end “hot or not” isn’t the question in finding that “it” factor with someone… because chemistry has nothing to do with biology, chemistry stands alone in its genre of dating must haves.

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So after a couple of weeks on the market with no viable prospects in sight (other than the usual fan club, the unattainables who don’t cross bridges, the vertically challenged fellows, and of course the random stalkers) I recently got set up by an acquaintance who knew of another acquaintance who thought he knew us both well enough to throw us in the guinea pig pool of daters.

Are you still with me here?

Ok…so between busy schedules we managed to grab a glass of wine and see if this setup was even close to a match. Well lucky for us there was nothing flammable about because a match was definitely struck. Now don’t be worrying your pretty heads, I am, after all, the eternal multi-dater and will report from the inside of this current quirky little daters paradise I’ve stumbled upon.

So far I’m finding it interesting how the random stuff is so important. I’ve always known it’s the little things which matter…paying attention to what’s said, or even (if you’re REALLY good) what isn’t said but more “implied”…yeah, its tricky fellas. Anyhoo…the random quirky stuff which makes your world tick…the stuff that you think NO ONE else could relate to because it’s so innately “you”, and then to stumble upon another earthling who’s equally as eccentric as yourself …well, its like going to AA I suppose. You finally get to talk about the things that everyone else in the room understands …even if it is to a party of one.

Who knows …maybe a year from now I’ll be writing a post something like: “…and in the end one finds that it’s neither about fame nor fortune, power nor position, fittest nor finest …rather, in the end it’s truly about that inexplicable ‘it’ …happy hunting people, peace out!”.

OR perhaps next week I’ll be talking about how mirror images of ones self is like being in an a-sexual relationship and has a zero pleasure return policy. Who knows!

BUT for now…I’ll continue to do my homework and see what dating myself is really like. Mwa ha ha ha….ahem.

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Is love all about the luck of the draw, or… if we break it down to “dollars” and “sense”, is it really about survival of the finest?

From my estimation of the Vancouver scene where a large majority of us are infected with vanity insanity, I would be lying if I said that looks didn’t matter. It’s the first thing we notice. Attraction + chemistry + commonalities = *bliss* (with various blunders interwoven of course).

Saturday night at the bar, I refused to get on the dance floor unless someone knew how to two-step. This was, after all, a full out country bar circa Hicksville 1995, and as such deserved to be honoured with the dance of its origin.

So over comes an honest to goodness, bull-riding cowboy who proceeds to twist, turn and twirl me on the dance floor like one of his braided bull ropes. It was fun, I’ll admit…being a citified country girl I enjoy a good shindig such as this every now and then. Turns out one of the girls I know knew him from POF (plenty of fish for those of you living under a non-online-dating rock) and stated he had never given her the time of day.

So what separated me from the rest of the heard? Am I simply the finest? Lol …me thinks not! However, I look around at all my fine lookin’ fellow friends, and I realize that dating is no longer about survival of the fittest (in terms of who fits the best proverbial “bill”), but rather the endless chase of “the finest” (in terms of daaaaaamn girl you’s fiiiiiine! :p).

Will the marathon ever end in our chase for this elusive “finest”? Hmm…I’ll get back to you on that one

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