Monday, February 18, 2013

I had lunch with the perfect guy today

...if he wasn't already someone else's husband.

It was nice.  Conversation flowed without any awkward prompting from either of us, and during moments of natural pauses in the conversation, it was okay, not rushed, not panicked, just okay. I remember thinking, man, why can't it be like this with someone else?  Where is the man I can feel this way about but who isn't attached to someone else? (very sad emoticon)

I suppose that's all I feel like saying about that.

Scratch that...there's more to be said.

I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to put my finger on that thing...that reminder of what I'm looking for. I want a friend.  I want a friend who I am fiercely attracted to and who is just as attracted to me, and who knows how to talk to me ... makes me feel like he really sees me and hears me, and is genuinely interested in what I have to say.  Who makes me hang on to his every word...

Yeah. I'm holding out for that.  Nothing else will do.