My Angels

I’m not a hugely religious person, but have become somewhat spiritual. The shit storm that opened up on my life, a few months ago has passed, and I feel so blessed. Prior to the drama, a beautiful, blonde angel was put into my life. The friendship and trust that I’ve developed with this woman makes my heart swell. It’s one of those friendships where no words are needed. We can carry on an entire conversation with looks, nods, winks and pokes. She is by my side, every step of the way, and continues to rock my world on a daily basis.

Another angel was brought into my life very recently. Someone I have known for awhile, though I didn’t know him well. As early as October, his name kept coming up, and I was asked about him and his whereabouts numerous times. I thought this was odd, because at that time he was more of an acquaintance than a friend. In early November, he came back into town, and when we ran into each other for the first time, something odd happened. I was really happy to see him, and he was really happy to see me. Since then, there have been so many little instances and coincidences between us, that I have no doubt that he was put into my life, at this time, for a reason. Of course, I am talking abut the Italian. I adore him, he is my friend, and more. Over the last month, we have talked almost every day, and have spent a lot of time together. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable around a man. I can be exactly who I am around him, and something about being with him just feels right. Neither of us are looking for anything, and to sum it up, there is no “us”, and “it is what it is”. Something about that feels right, too. I am not in love with him, and I doubt he’s in love with me, but I don’t question it, nor do I worry about it. Instead, I choose to enjoy it, and relish in it. I am so grateful for him.

When I am an old woman, and I look back at my life, I know that I will always smile when I think of being 39. Never have I felt more beautiful, confident, and at peace. My life is so incredibly rich in love and happiness.

Should I Send My Ex, A Thank You Card?

Being single, again, is really fun. I mean really fun, but at the same time, it’s already getting a bit crazy.

A few weeks ago, I posted this. Well, we had the date (sort of), and we are in totally different places (I have a job, he doesn’t), so the potential of anything happening between us is null and void. Though, we did end the evening with a much needed make-out session.

The day before I left for New York, a handsome Italian who I’ve known for a few years, contacted me and asked me out. This date was supposed to take place after I returned from New York, but I somehow ended up kissing him in front of my building, at 4 a.m., about an hour before I left for the airport. We talked every day, while I was away, and I saw him again, the day after I returned. I really like him, and always have. He know this, and likes me, too. Where it stands, is I need some more time, and he’s cool with that. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is he.

When I first became single, I thought long and hard about what I wanted in a man. The man I came up with is Jewish, late 40’s/early 50’s, originally from the northeast, and well established, financially. I have a very close friend, who fits this criteria, who has suddenly realized he has ‘feelings’ for me. I love him dearly, and do consider him to be one of my best friends. He really does have everything I want, but I won’t risk losing the friendship. So far, he’s offered jewelry and a car. Instead, I settled on a cappuccino. This is one of those times, where I’m actually proud to be a nice girl from Utah.

I cant wait to see what happens next. I feel like a brand new person, lately. I’m truly living a very charmed life, and am enjoying each and every minute of it.