To be, have or do

There’s something quite narcissistic about attraction.  I’m never quite sure if I want to have someone, or be them.  Is that just me?  I’m guessing straight people don’t have that confusion, but I could be wrong.  The ambiguity is still there for me whether the object of attraction is a man or a woman. 

I suppose one could always theorise that everyone is attracted to what’s missing in themselves; attracted to what they need to embody.  Well that theory’s platonic in more ways than one.  Of course, I could just be talking myself out of any attraction I might ever feel, by reasoning that self-improvement is a valid and indeed laudable alternative to romance.