So I have this friend much older than I and he searches for that love to spend his life with. His other half. When I first met this individual I was not interested in his friendship because the e-mail he sent to me was so impersonal and I could tell. He must not have expected such a response from me and came back and it was back and forth for a bit til he finally showed his true self. Since then he has asked for my advice and I have given but now he is sad, alone and tired of waiting and looking but in my opinion he looks too hard. And I say that also from experience.
This morning he tells me again of his failed search for a partner and wishes he could meet me in a coffee shop just to chat. But tells me I'm paying the bill and to be prepared to pay. In return I give him the following information of my own experience as well as who I am:
So I'm paying the tab.
What a way to treat a lady. LOL
I am a lot more compatible
to what you are looking for than most the people you find but unfortunately I do
not have the time nor the want for anything. And honestly I did not want what
found me. Funny to say that because before I was always afraid of being alone
and thought I would in the end be alone. But I will not be alone I know. Though
I do not need the one who has found me so it's strictly fun. But oh he is so
handsome.
You know, I am like you, I
believe there is more than just a pretty face. Granted people want to feel
pretty and be told so and all that, but to judge a book by it's cover is a loss
to the prospective reader in my opinion. Just a thought for sharing. So like
this one who found me. I was searching for a best friend I had back in
intermediate school. Some things that happened that bother me ever since the day
they happened. He moved not long after that and then one day he came back and I
saw him once but just like that he was gone again. Ever since then I just cannot
seem to find him though I search for my friend many times. But it's like he
never even existed. And yet along the way I came across another individual who
has the same name. I chose to overlook him multiple times through my searches
thinking no it's not him. But because it always popped up I decided to give it a
shot like what the heck it wont hurt anything and with that I found love
unexpectedly. Or rather love found me. I was not searching for love. Did not
want or need love, but just wanted to find my friend and in the process love
found me and oh how handsome he is on top of everything. He's like my perfect
match. He's just like me. I can tell what he's thinking and how he's feeling
from thousands of miles away. He's just like me in so many ways and every day I
discover even more ways he is just like me. It's simply amazing to be honest.
The weirdest thing of all is that he's just fixen to be 22 years of age. I've
never been one to date those younger than myself because well I always felt the
man should be older since women mature faster but you know, I just couldn't
resist this one and so I find myself for the first time ever in the midst of a
relationship with this one.
But I'm so many different
things that I'm like you and yet like him and then just me. I love music, and
writing, and photography, and everything else. I sing and dance daily most
things I have to say. I capture everything I can in still images. And I write
all words for people to see. That is who I am. But at the same time I am this
mother, this friend, this caring individual so unique in my own way that none
can match me. I love knowledge and share freely. I hear many things and jump
right in if I hold the knowledge that is needed to answer the question or solve
the dilemma or whatever the case might be. That is me. Along side of that is my
sensitive side. The one who loves too deeply and care too strongly and gets hurt
too easily because of it. If you had asked me when I was younger if that was
even possible, I would have told you no. But now I know from many experiences
that it is very much so. I've always given and given and given of myself and
never take a single thing nor am I ever given any or offered anything from
anyone.
Sometimes that makes me
sad. I wish nothing more than to be wanted, chased after, cared about enough
that one does the little things that mean so much to me but make no sense to him
because that is what pleases me. Those are the things that I struggle with. This
is me.
-Amanda
Kay
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