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And so it came to pass that an uncommonly beautiful woman added me on Facebook, one whom I didn't know, and after a quick check of the usuals was revealed to not be a spambot. I asked her; she had read some things I had written online, and wanted to add me up. Not for nothing, but everything about this girl is cool-- from Chicago, my age, educated, a reader, a traveler, educated, working in Bangkok. Smart. Beautiful.
That's all not a big deal, I'm not trying to sound like some weird stalker or some such. Merely that, for a moment, I was again reminded that for all the usual money worries, I have everything I could want in my life-- except for her, whoever she is, out there, already met or yet to meet. I am so ready. And I think I'm worthy. So I'm not embarrassed to say that when I meet a young woman, often enough, these days, I think-- what could my life be like, with her? And when do I get to begin?
As ever, I am with Tolstoy:
"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps - what more can the heart of a man desire?”
That's all not a big deal, I'm not trying to sound like some weird stalker or some such. Merely that, for a moment, I was again reminded that for all the usual money worries, I have everything I could want in my life-- except for her, whoever she is, out there, already met or yet to meet. I am so ready. And I think I'm worthy. So I'm not embarrassed to say that when I meet a young woman, often enough, these days, I think-- what could my life be like, with her? And when do I get to begin?
As ever, I am with Tolstoy:
"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps - what more can the heart of a man desire?”