Crazy Disney fool in love

I was wandering today if maybe it was Mr Disney's fault that everyone of us was told from our childhood that the man/woman of our life exists, in my opinion it's an impossibe riddle and if so, a undescriptible mess in the puzzled world we still face these millenium. Things are not by any mean better for this matter and pressure instead has increased, especially when one is relatively mature - another divagation I am not adressing today -. From my point of view one needs in order to be happy to the minimun extent with any given partner establishing acceptable and fair degrees of freedom in personal preferences, this is, accepting at the very least that one to three /four rotating partners are neccesary to sharing after all one's personal life in loyalty with the selected partner on the first point. It's obvious that I believe and support fidelity but not for the shake of it I deny intelligence, natural selection, variety, joy and diversity. In fact, denying those matters is where many divorces, separations, etc, radicates, because the world is the world as always has been and vitality is too rich to be reduced only to a sole person; that's not fair nor any fun neither. All of these, snif snif, to confess that I am another crazy fool in love, again (zzz...), and I can tell ya Mr. Disney, wherever you could be or hear me, that this not funny, for infinitesimal time.