quest


I am a woman born 1949 and my quest is to find a mindmate
to grow old together as a mutually devoted couple
in a relationship based upon the
egalitarian rational commitment paradigm
bonded by intrinsic commitment
as each other's safe haven and secure basis.

The purpose of this blog is to enable the right man
to recognize us as reciprocal mindmates and
to encourage him to contact me:
marulaki@hotmail.com


The entries directly concerning,
who could be my mindmate,
are mainly at the beginning.
If this is your predominant interest,
I suggest to read this blog in the same order
as it was written, following the numbers.

I am German, therefore my English is sometimes faulty.

Maybe you have stumbled upon this blog not as a potential match.
Please wait a short moment before zapping.

Do you know anybody, who could be my mindmate?
Your neighbour, brother, uncle, cousin, colleague, friend?
If so, please tell him to look at this blog.
While you have no reason to do this for me,
a stranger, maybe you can make someone happy, for whom you care.

Do you have your own webpage or blog,
which someone like my mindmate to be found probably reads?
If so, please mention my quest and add a link to this blog.


Saturday, July 30, 2011

359. The Bigarade Men

The Bigarade Men

When I was in Andalucia for the first time, I was astonished to see orange trees along the streets and in the parks.  The trees were full of delicious looking ripe oranges.    I picked one, peeled it and in the expectation of a great palatal indulgence I put one slice into my mouth.    
The next moment I spat it out in disgust, it was too bitter to even swallow one bite of it.    I had attempted to eat what was not a normal sweet orange, even though it looked exactly like one.  It was a bigarade, which can only be used to make marmalade of.   
Of course I should have been suspicious.   Had they been sweet oranges, then why had nobody picked them?    

If mixed in a basket, sweet and bitter oranges cannot be distinguished from the outside.     

Jerks of all varieties are often like bigarades.   When known only superficially and socially, but not really close, they appear like kind, decent, nice, friendly, educated, charming, even caring men.   Only those in a close relationship experience the true bitter inside of such unsuitable jerks, when their selfishness, cruelty, irresponsibility become noxious.    This is why jerks again and again find victims, and often there are neither red flags nor the warnings of others, before it is too late.