De Ce Monde Secret de l’ Amelie Americaine

With Mr. Motorcycle hopelessly engaging in “geo-caching” adventures with a woman who also likes to sleep with women, just like he does, and also rides a motorcycle (they have so much in common), I’ve decided to focus my attentions on Mr. Repubican Hair Part.

After some email exchanges, we are now in the process of setting a date for him to visit me in my new home in Westchester, and to explore the Big Apple together, as friends, as distant relatives by marriage, not genetics, as confidants who have engaged in decisive, honest, tactically appropriate, emails… that have led him saying the following,”

“Wow! You take a direction and go the distance. Your
“off the beaten track” list covers the bases. Sprinkle
in my touristy things and we have a plan. Pick an
upcoming weekends that works best for you and I’m there.”

With baited breath I responded to his email with the best weekend or weekends to embark upon our adventure. Fully knowing that my irrational exuberance might prove to be my undoing.

I called our mutual elderly relative to get a reality check, to see if there was further intel that might quell emotions that can only be accounted for, in part by a highly active imagination.

In paraphrase:

“We talked for over an hour. I’ve always been closer to him than his brother. He’s always been the black sheep in his family ” She continued, “He talked about his girlfriend or his NOT girlfriend.” She seemed to be as confused by the status of his love life as I was, probably as he was, at this time, refusing to decisively define the exact nature of their relationship.

I chose to lite another candle tonight. The same one as before. Yet I added another line to the pray I said before I lit it.

“I do not want the perfect man. I want the man who is perfect for me. Please don’t let my affections go where they are not meant to be.”

I do not know where this infatuation will go, but at this time, I’m choosing, to appreciate, the infusion of energy, and pray, that if it is not meant to be, that my heart, will not be damaged to the point that I’m not open to any real love under my nose.

I only hope that I will understand the way in which this pray is answered.

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