I looked across the table and I couldn't help but to start to cry, tears trickling down my face......Here was this guy who was telling me that he loved me completely for who I am, and I knew it to be true because he has been my best friend for eight years.
We use to "see" each other.....that is the best word I can use to describe it. At the time we were together, he would never really let me participate in his life, and I really could never understand why.
At first it didn't bother me, because I had just rebounded from a very sad place.....and there he was...he was the first person I actually could see after the the dust had settled from my meltdown.
He helped me recover from a very dark place.
He is a very simple guy, liked by everyone, he's a genuinely nice guy. He's nice looking but it is his personality that draws people to him. Everywhere we go, people always know him and want him to acknowledge them with his great smile. He is there for those who are sick, and even for those that we have known and that have sadly died. I always have said that he should of been a minister or something like that.
It didn't work out back then when we were seeing each other.
I love dogs, he doesn't.....He was and still continues to be incredibly secretive. I didn't even know he had kids until after three years of seeing him. He would never let me know where he lived...I still don't know, how weird is that...pretty weird.
Quirky, that's a good word. He is very quirky, but I have to say that he's always there for me. If I need something all I have to do is just to pick up the phone and he'll be there.
But there is just no way, I can't go there again.......
I was watching a movie the other night and it was called 27 Dresses, it's a real chick flick. I couldn't help but be a little sad at the time, because that wild romantic time of life, which this movie was all about, seems to have past me by.
Gone for me, are the days of the "possibilities" of discovering Mr. Right. I have somehow missed the train for that ride.
To me those naive thoughts are for young girls...that exciting possibility of finding just that right person to share my life.
I don't have those thoughts anymore...because I don't believe that there is a Mr. Right.
So sadly and with a tear, I declined the gift that he has offered that night as we sat together at the table. As tempting as it was.... to have someone completely loving me...I just cannot accept.
Because he is not my Mr. Right.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Mr. Right...
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I understand that so well. I guess I'd rather be alone than with someone that I don't click with. He must love dogs and all the other animals too. I couldn't see myself with someone who was secretive and didn't share my animal loves. So yeah, I get you, babe.
LB is right. I wish we did live close together and could tackle this as a tag team.
Sometimes Mr Right has to come around at the MR Right Time too. But secretive? Been there done that, never again.
Still - isn't it when you're not looking that it happens?
27 Dresses was a fun movie.
You did right thing, the secretive part sends up big red flags. Mr. Right will come along when you are not looking and he will love your dogs.
TWC it was a cute move....I just wished live mirrored it a little for me!
Kim....to this day, I can't figure out the secret....but too bad about it, because he was a special person, just not my person. He has not talked with me since that night.
Used to see a girl who would never tell me where she lived. She always slipped out before dawn. I thought it was strange that she was so secretive. She wanted to move in awfully bad but I passed on it. Always wondered if she was stuck in a lousy marriage or relationship.
I just wished live mirrored it a little for me!
The twenty seventh dress, you mean. :-)
It sounds stupidly trite, but my Ma eventually found her guy. True she was pretty dang old, but they're happy. Had she stayed with my dad she would not be traveling, which was always her plan for retirement. Lots of travel.
It came out of the blue, too. She had long ago given up. Bonus, he's ten years younger, so not likely to beat her to the grave. (is that a little harsh?)
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