When you’re on a date, you both normally want the same thing. That thing that brings two people close to each other could be a verbal or non-verbal gesture or possibly, just a silly combination of the two in a very short but well-remembered banking in our lives.
As my sister pointed out tonight on her recent meeting with a nice guy invited to a clam bake (so innocently deciphered to the detail in my opinion)—the bake is not there if the clam doesn’t “open.” I understand the theory that the chemistry has to be there, but could it be the fear that prevents us from patiently waiting for those clams to steam to a point where they may ... open up?
When we go to purchase the clams, I believe we think more of the cost at that time than the end result of the actual bake process. We seek the clam that taste well, look good and are convenient to our lets say pick up time. It’s a clam that’s worth the cost, yet comes with a tag of sometimes not meeting our long-term expectations.
If the clams don’t open, we have lost nothing but the cost of our time spent. There is no loss of integrity, intelligence or any other personal facet misconstrued to be anyone’s fault. This could be just a wonderful opportunity to vibrantly and subtly continue to seek the ocean before us, as one should settle for nothing less than the pearl of their eye.
