The grand ambition of love is to find “the one.”
and, of course, to be the one.

It’s a hard combo.

Finding someone amiable, who’s the best lover, your best friend,
confidant, emotional companion, intellectual equal and soulmate.

And, of course, it helps if ‘the one’ likes to dance
and has a little piña colada money too.

And when do you know you've been successful - in year 50?

It’s the holy grail, the age-old dilemma of love and desire.
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A song for this:
Bullet and a Target by Citizen Cope
Wait Another Moment by The Bingtones

Blinking sign got us thinking
Closest bar, a nightcap drinking
We came from the Opera culture refined
Dressed to the nine, a cocktail to unwind

Blur the lines work versus play propriety
Different views, cautious words Society
Two Upper echelon bosses and wives
Innuendos, cautious, eyes Pretenses lies

The bar “Faces” pink glow On a dark street
twilight zone, Shuffle sounds of our feet
Youngest of the bunch they asked for ID
My grandchild was twenty three

Many rooms each contrary would appear
Ladies restroom are progressive here
A man in drag standing to ***
No stall door open for everyone to see

Excuse me, are you in the wrong restroom?
******* at his knees No need to assume
It’s OK ladies I’m out of here lickety-splits
As he reached in and adjusted his *******

Our head dazed each room a new theme
All proclivities observed was this a dream
Ignorant, Lisa karaoke, in women’s Area
Found the guys I tried to calm my hysteria

Men had drinks and they’re going to stay
Looking around. What’s the  deal anyway?
Bartender what type of bar is this?
Alternative lifestyle He blew me a kiss

A Woman bought me a drink, flirting,
Men’s fantasy tickled curiosity, asserting
Lisa sang her love song to the gays
Her husband listened observed and Praised

Silent when men asked our guys to dance
The luster A nuance no longer a romance
The hour grew late it was time to leave
The strange events no one would believe

Driving home reflective thoughts Traces
Why did they name that bar Faces?
An alternative lifestyle accepted us
Exactly who we were without a fuss

We Grappled with the idea, it hit me
People hide many different faces see
A secret freaky face comes out to play
Tomfoolery set free imagine a new way

A new identity exposed to the world
My freak flag revealed unfurled
The stranger within us, who we portray
What do they see? What does my face say?

Inspired song
The Stranger, by Billy Joel, 1977 live