I’ve been falling in love with the same woman my entire life.
She’s had different names over the years. She’s had different faces. There have even been very real differences between her incarnations. But at the core, she’s always been my latest and most mature understanding of “the Ideal Woman.”
The ideal woman doesn’t exist any more than the ideal man exists. I know that. But it’s the best phrase I have for this abstract idea. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but it’s constantly been on my mind for the last week. I need to talk about it. Maybe I’ll have a point. Maybe not.
Think about a product that goes through generations of change over years, but it’s still recognizable as the same product each time. If you compare the first iPhone from 2007 with the current model, it would seem radically different. But if you compared the first iPhone to the second, then the second to the third — and so on, including last year’s model to this year’s — you recognize the same idea and same product. But the latest is radically different from the very first.
If you compared my first Ideal Woman with my most recent, you would see differences, but the core elements — the ideal parts in each of them — are startlingly similar.

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Why is it so hard to make good art? It’s something I’ll never understand
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
What would I do with my time if the money made no difference?
Identity crisis may be long-coming integration of warring parts of me
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933
‘Conservative’ and ‘liberal’ should refer to temperament, not politics
What makes someone want you enough to make you a priority?
Hugs from a sweet little girl can erase stress after long work day