About a year after my husband's death, I met a man that I was interested in and thought he was interested in me. He ACTED interested. He visited me @ my place of employment (I was working retail at the time); he called me; we went out to several restaurants and he wanted me to be interested in his job also. This sounds all quite innocent, right? He was a "respectable" man of the community and we did not want any "impropriety" on anyone's part, so we tried to keep a low profile. Then one day, he quit calling. He visited my store when I wasn't there, and asked my boss about me and found out my mother had just died. He said to convey his condolences. That was it. That wasn't weird enough, but he called a close friend of mine and even accused me of stalking him. I didn't understand it then, and I certainly don't understand it now. But, I saw him again Friday.
The mind is a strange thing, isn't it. I was with another friend at a restaurant when I looked up and saw him sitting at another table. I don't know how long he was there, or when he came in, but I knew I had to leave. I suddenly had trouble breathing. I was almost to the point of hyperventilating. What was that all about? I don't know. I DO know he must have been in my life for a purpose. I'm just not sure what.
What have I learned about this experience? I know I am very careful about relationships now. Or, meeting any new men. Will this ever change? I don't' know that either. I only know that some day I would like another relationship with another man. I don't know when or where, but I look forward to it. Maybe not to marry, but at least someone to do lunch or dinner. Who knows. He may not be Mr. Right, but he could be Mr. Right Now.
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