“Nostrildamus” is just being silly, I won’t get into the backstory or I might have a sudden moment of recalling all the rules, and 'twould not end well for our hero!
Seriously, back on your topic, I was a martyr for love, liust. romance, for ages and then I realised that the alchemical union with the masculine, which I had poured so much need and yearning into, could also be found within myself, much later (and now in a happy, loving relationship with a veritable Living God of my own, I’m so pleased to say) I formalised a way to create that romatic ideal to be there as a strong presence when needed, and I shared that working, which is based on a known system, on here.
I highly recommenbd you try it rather than risking, even if you get out of this,remaining bamboozled by the next adorable male you meet. Men are wonderful beings but attaching too much to them and trying to make them your All is bad for you, and places a hideous obligation on the man: