How I Found Mr. Absolutely Right

If a career could be made picking losers, I’d be a CEO. Over the years, I’ve been with more mama’s boys and “holdin’ out for management position” guys than I can count.

Unfortunately, I was cursed with the gene that makes a woman trust what a man says by virtue of the fact that he says it aloud.

Ironically, the man who said the least up front has proven to be the most humble, sensual, steadfast, intelligent, funniest, and most sensitive, therefore most attractive man I’ve ever known. And did I mention that he’s an attentive listener?

Swoon, girls.

I’d had enough of the constant string of losers marching through my door over the past twenty years since I moved to the geographically-isolated peninsula that is my home. I decided I was going to try the Internet and online dating. If nothing else, maybe I’d find a pen pal.

How embarrassing is it to be so desperate for an unattached, decent man that you are willing to submit to multiple choice romantic and personal questions from a stranger? Who may or may not be what he alleges?

Maybe I got lucky. I like to think that it was meant to happen all along, and all that either of us needed was the other’s contact information.

The day I posted my profile online, I was contacted by a man who wanted my picture. I’d put myself out there on a whim at a particularly lonely moment and hadn’t even considered that part. Against all advice, I took a goofy picture with my cell phone in the bathroom.  That man and I dated for several months.

Ironically, the man I was meant to spend my life with would see that lousy, stupid picture and get a sense that I was kind of off-the-wall and flippant. I’m sure that now he knows me, he realizes I am a boring, ordinary, completely reliable kinda gal. And of course he knows what I look like. I believe he loves me, regardless.

It started out harmlessly enough. My man sent me a fast-track email request via the dating website. He’d grown up in a small town a few miles away from my own and recognized the name of the tiny place where I live. He was just saying hello.