A few months ago, I made a very specific request to the Universe. You see, after many years of failed relationships because I kept choosing men that resembled my father to share my life with, I have finally healed from my past and I’ve never been more ready for a healthy relationship.
I want to have fun! There aren’t that many years left to my life and I want those years to be nothing but bliss! In order to have the perfect partner for me, I placed my order as follows:
Dear Universe, I want a perfectly bilingual 57 year old man (yes! I specified his age). I want him to have had a full life, with all kinds of wild experiences, but who is now calm and wise. Someone who is done with heavy partying, someone with similar taste in music and who plays the guitar. Someone who would love coming to the lake with me. Someone who’s children are grown, someone who will encourage my creativity just as I will his. Someone who will take this slow… I want someone I feel comfortable with, where the conversation flows and last, but not least, someone who loves to cuddle and gives great hugs. I love hugs!
Well, I recently met someone who fits that description and I have to admit that it’s exciting and scary at the same time. I don’t want to be too pushy, and at the same time, I don’t want to lose this person as a friend. The first time I met him, I thought to myself as he walked towards me: “Yup! That’s the one!” and you know what? He gives the best hugs ever!
I hope this post won’t scare him away…
To be continued…