My one true self?
No, no, no!!! Really, now... I'd suppose I'd much prefer to meet up with my muses; gather them all together into one big sloppy mess of a family reunion, where we can all get our inspirations on... or off. Hell we could wear them like party hats if it strikes our fancy at the time, or garter belts and boutonnieres if you'd prefer...
As for the romantic front, I'm not much for believing I'm one to say any longer, though I can tell you for certain that he's yet to happen across my path, or I his. For the time being I've deluded myself into believing that we'll have little trouble recognizing it when we do finally meet up one another. As for the specific generalities on who this dark horse in the running may be: with any luck he'll be brighter than a toaster oven, and more attractive than a compost heap; he'll appreciate the sounds of running water, be thoroughly self aware, and be well educated on the idea of a closed mouth gathering no foot.