He wrote; “My Ideal Mate: Someone to prod me, cajole and affirm * Creating a spark, providing a germ * Of ideas and thoughts to explore and expound * And I shall do likewise ‘til heaven be bound * A serious side to be sure is a need * With playful mixed in for it plants the seed * To be able to look at each sunset anew * A flower on a weed, a bee seeking dew * A style and a grace that’s caring and kind * With a bit of panache’, a sharpness of mind * Mannered, genteel with sass and some lip * Willing to sometimes just shoot from the hip.”
July 30, 2006 I had a half hour to kill and a few sticky notes with phone numbers on my desk at home. I saved his number because he met my fitness requirement and I liked the humor I sensed in what he had written about his “Ideal Mate”. These things outweighed my concern over the cigars and separation. The cigars I figured I could live with. At the time, I hoped being separated made him as emotionally unavailable to any sort of commitment as I was. I figured I could save myself all that third date business I was finding so awkward.
We met for the first time on Tuesday 08/01/06 at Caribou. A year ago. Oh, what a difference a year makes! What I wrote on that secret page some of you were privy to; “This Guy intrigues and entertains me to no end. I think I’m going to try and keep him for a bit . . . “ remains true today.