Tuesday, 2 February 2016. –> And we’re back to the past.
Day 44
Diary Dear,
My quest goes on in the treacherous seas of the Isle of Tinder-Cinders.
When I arrive at the Little Big Café, André is almost done munching his croissant and gulping away. I smile as I walk up to him. Holding up two fingers, he complains I’m 2 minutes late. ✌️
Cool guy.
He asks me if I’d like coffee and when I nod, he adds, “Go buy one then”.
His pics on Tinder are quite nice. Suit and all. How come he went to bed in old clothes, got up, slipped his feet into no-lace boots, put on his oldest winter coat (nothing’s matching), and came to meet me on a bad-hair day?
Hmmm.
I know I can just dump him, but humor him like I did. If nothing else, stories to tell my grand-kids one day?
He then proceeds to chatter: 20 minutes on global warming. According to him, the firm he owns is building huge projects in Vantaa, but – he protests – what’s the use of it if all Africa is going to invade Europe by the millions?
Anyway, fifteen minutes, that’s it – no more – and we leave. His SUV is parked outside and he commands, “Get in the car. I’ll take you home now.”
“No thanks!” — and know that I’ve had my first nutjob date.
Diary…!
Mom called from Tampere this afternoon to check up on me. I shared a little, mentioned Ex and Newbie’s Bahamas pics on FB. What a pain……..
“Anna, I don’t understand how come you’re so calm. Why don’t you hate him?? It’s been really hard on us, your father and me.”
“Really, mom? Oh no! I understand. I know…
“But you’re the one who did all those daily devotionals with us kids. Reading the whole Bible, cover to cover. You had us memorize those verses about not judging others, loving your neighbor… Forgiving 70×7. Ring any bells?
“Remember the little song you made out of that verse for us to sing: ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Yes do!’
“Your fault, mom. And… Thanks.☺️” — I really am deeply grateful. Mom has always been incredible. A Rock and a steadfast friend.
“Yes, but…”
We change subjects and I tell her the hot gossip. You know. Tinder, me. The whole concept had to be explained to her.
Her reaction? Out of the roof. Haha. She wants date updates. 😄
We agreed not to tell dad just yet. Don’t think he’d approve…
As for other news… the teens are fine. With their father this week, so I have another date booked. 😆
#incorrigibleme
The guy looks good in his photos – like a Norwegian god. Bold smile. Blond, nicely trimmed beard. His pics are artistic, cropped to show only half his face.
His chats are a bit slow, though. IT engineer. Nokia.
Talking of which, the Englishman (Christian) has been writing avidly. As wonderfully as ever. Is he really visiting Finland this month, you think?
Ah, come on doubting Thomas… sooner or later I’ll have to score. I’ve got enough match cards up my sleeve. I just know it.
Get me a winning ticket, will you? Please.
God…?
For now, it seems so hard — but super fun!
What’s the recipe, I wonder. What are the ingredients??
Need will have to meet opportunity. Curiosity will have to match with excitement. Will opposites attract? Hormones (and my cycle week) will have to be just right.
Desire, connection, chemistry, mystery, fun, wonder, imagination, calendars, moods, emotional baggage, positivity, a little flirting, openness, a light touch, genuine interest, butterflies, chance, courage, holding back, a little craziness, a little doubt, subtle signs, peaks to be climbed? It’s like the planets will have to align.
Impossible? Unlikely?
Yet, in every country, city and village, in the remotest places in the world, people (still) find love and passion every day. Since the beginning of times… Now through applications, perhaps? 🤔
That’s just the nature of things. Love Actually.
Love is in the air. Everywhere.
If even Mr. Ex has found it with Ms. Newbie…
© 2017 rf
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