
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. -Dr. Seuss
Confession time: My online dating mission has been derailed by love, and subsequently, my mission to find my one and only is officially complete. Yes, complete. No, I did not find him online. I just finally realized he had been there the whole time.
He is a man whom I already love and adore, and the man whom I referred to as 'my favourite man' on my status updates over the past 6 months. He truly is my favourite man, has always been, and I guess I finally realized that this counted for a whole lot more than I was giving it credit for.
Apparently it took me leaving him a while back and then having him reappear unexpectedly this past weekend to make me aware that he actually is what I wanted. We simply needed to tweak a few things for me to stay on board. But since I was not open to that the last time I saw him, I left him after one very unique and beautiful sporadic 3 year connection because I was in search of 'the one'; this concept I could not let go of, and I was certain I knew what 'the one' would be like and I was also certain it wasn't him.
On our final visit he asked me to describe what I was after, and when I did, he said, "But isn't that what we share?"
"Yes, but..."
And there were a lot of buts. A lot of ways I thought it should look, and our dynamic did not match these ideas in my mind. And since I could not resolve this discrepancy, I resolved to find 'the one' and thus, leave the one I love.
It was the hardest thing for me to do, especially because every moment with him is heaven, and this has always been the case. Neither of us were ready to have it be over, but he respected my need to find what I was after, even if it didn't include him. I shed many tears that night with him, and I cried the following day when I thought I was leaving his place for the last time. I boohooed the whole bus ride home and mourned the fact that I would never touch or kiss this beautiful man again.
That being said, I also assured myself that I wouldn't always miss him, and that 'the one' will come, so even though I am sad right now, it's only a matter of time before I will be happy with my beloved.
Fast forward to last week and I decide to join 5 dating sites simultaneously because hey, go big or go home. This chick knows exactly what she wants and that's exactly what she's going to get. BOOM!
My online profile was bangin', the responses were flattering, and there actually was a man on one of the sites that I thought might be this 'one' that I was after. He was everything I listed, and a millionaire to boot, and not only that, he was also after his one and only, which he believed was me. He claimed 'love at first sight' after watching one of my videos and proceeded to write me an email that matched, if not exceeded, the depth, beauty and length of emails I had written to men in the past. This man said things I only dreamed of hearing, and I don't mean the cheesy lines most girls wish for; I mean the candid expression of a soul in touch with its deepest desire.
It was beautiful at the time, and it was a lot like looking into a mirror. It was intense, and it was an option should I choose it, and it would have definitely been a wild ride; one fit for a movie, guaranteed.
But then I heard from my favourite man over the weekend, which given the nature of our ending and of his character, was completely unexpected. Of course I knew he still loved me and would miss me, but it was clear that I would be left to do this thing without interference. Yet here he was, expressing his heart, and it naturally ignited my own. We both agreed that it was crazy not to be together because clearly we are the only thing the other truly wants. So why are we suffering without one another when we could be together instead? But I was still stuck on the image I had in my mind.
My daughter Paige suggested I get my priorities straight. "Do you want to be with the man you love or do you want to have things your way?" And she was right. I was stuck on having things look and be labeled a certain way, when what truly mattered was what we shared. And what we share is my idea of perfection; as is he. (For the record, Paige disliked almost every man I ever dated, but she always liked him because of how he treated me and how he made me feel. Last night she even asked for his advice on a boy she's crushing on, which I thought was hella awesome)
I soon messaged millionaire boy to let him know that I have since heard from the man I love and need to see if we can make a go of this. He understood, left the door open should I change my mind, and then my favourite man and I spent the next 2 days negotiating a way to be together.
Our love and connection was never in question. It was semantics mostly, regarding the future and 'the one'. So we sorted that out and before the clock stroke midnight on Valentine's Day, my favourite man and I became a couple for the very first time.
OMG.
Keep in mind that I haven't even had a boyfriend since 2006. This was a biggie for me. I had many hangups about hooking up with a man; namely, losing my independence, which I value more than anything else. In the past, partners were threatened by this which ended up making me afraid to merge with another once again. I wanted to be free to live as I always do without feeling guilty for it. My work is important to me and I didn't want to be forced to choose between a man and my life's work. That happened with the last guy I was with years ago, which was the breaking point for me, and so I left.
But lucky for me, my favourite man is not the kind to limit me in any way. He has demonstrated that the whole way through.
Other bonuses: He has been there for me through the hardest of times, even through my trials with other men, and he accepted my need for space and time in between visits. He never once tried to change me and I know he never will. He is the most selfless, generous and loving man I have ever been with, and equally important, he is a man of integrity and honour.
The first thing I said to him when we met on the dance floor 3 years ago was, "You're beautiful." And he remains the most beautiful man in my eyes. Even more so now, because there's something pretty fucking sexy about a man who wants you as his own and will do what it takes to make that possible.
Before we left one another today, he reminded me that the only thing that changed since our last visit was my perspective, and he was right. He said his feelings are today what they were then, and I know it's true.
What changed was that I let my heart lead instead of my mind, and there he was, just as he was before. But this time, the restlessness inside me had disappeared, and what remained was the man of my dreams; the man I cannot be without right now because it's just that good.
And so, our monthly or bi-monthly visits will no doubt become weekly or bi-weekly, because I am ready for more. Instead of placing him on the periphery of my life, I have made him a priority, and my search for 'the one' has since become the discovery that all I have is all I ever wanted: true love, mutual respect, open communication, a deep connection, trust and honesty, intense attraction laced with sensuality, quality time spent and of course tons of laughter. Oh! And a body full of hair:)
So do I still believe in 'the one'? Well, not in the way I did before. I do believe that my favourite man is the one for me at this point in my life. Forever seems so far away and there is no telling how one or both of us will grow, both together and apart, but I do think we are meant to be together for as long as it feels right for both of us, and I believe I would not have committed to a man if I were not certain he was worthy of such a gift.
God knows no other man has been;)
So this concludes my story as a new one is set to begin. What matters most to me right now is that I'm happy and loved and I am now back in the arms of the man I adore.
Turns out Valentine's Day didn't suck so bad after all.

