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.

Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?
Chick-fil-A boycott misguided; tolerance has to run both ways
Autumn scents send subtle signals every year that it’s time for change
Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?
It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
Narcissists set themselves up for miserable lives and lonely deaths
Romantic interest no easier now than it was for me in sixth grade
Choose the person you don’t want to spend your life without