I’m laughing as I contemplate my words of today.  Is this merely an advertisement – something that would show up in the “Help Wanted” section of the newspaper?  Also, I like including a photo or two in my posts.  The obvious choice would be a picture of a woman.  But who?

Okay … I found an image.  The first thing you readers will see is the title and this woman.  Maybe you’ll think she’s the one.  Except all I know is that she lives somewhere in the world.

Enough analysis, dear man …

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I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.  But this morning I got it one more time that I’m not willing to settle.  If “The One” never shows up then I will remain single till the end comes.  Oh, I feel good saying that!

Look at that face.  Look at those eyes. Laugh lines. A real smile. Yep … that’s who I’m looking for. Someone who’s in love with life. Someone who brightens easily.

I bet she sometimes skips down the street. She’s often mistaken for a kid despite her long flow of years. There’s a lilt in her voice. A wonder in her words. A sense of “What if?” What if we do and say whatever is yearning for expression? Possibility.

I don’t know how old she is. I suppose 60 and up would be good since we don’t know how many years I have left on the planet. Or how many years she has.

She loves music. She hums along to songs. And she dances. It would be particularly wonderful if she loved techno music but my small brain wonders how many women in their 60s do that. But really it doesn’t matter how many. I just need one!

She needs to love Ghent because I’m not going anywhere. Is she in Ghent right now? I bet she is. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.

She enjoys sex. Not just the physical union but the passion, the communion, the sense of touching something together that’s vast. And don’t forget cuddling and foot rubbing.

And … she loves to be of service. Her family is the world. She sees the suffering of other human beings and responds with compassion.

I could list a whole bunch of adjectives describing my future beloved but you get the idea.

Oh, and I’ve named her … Elise