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I had just purchased a smaller home and was beginning the process of making it mine! The first project I tackled in my new home was making it reflect who I am. I replaced most of the light switches with dimmers so that the atmosphere would reflect my calm, and tranquil inner being. My brother Marty, who lives half way across the country in Phoenix, talked me through the first couple until I was comfortable completing the project on my own. Oh yea, that was fun. The simple truth is one should not drink wine while working on electricity unless you are prepared to get ZAPPED. Next, I hired someone to redo the kitchen. I had the contractor leave an area above the stove top so I could create a mosaic of a Kokapelli to represent my inner fun loving spirit, love of music, and disobedience for normal rules and conventional behavior. Ahhh! My home was becoming an extension of me. The only thing missing was the mountains.
Being just over 50 years old, I felt there was a number of years before I would be able to move to the mountains, so I continued to enjoy my home. It was quite beautiful, very comfortable, and relaxing. Several friends described it as cowgirl chic. I liked that depiction. I felt it was a reflection of who I was, and in some regard, still am.
So now what? I have a wonderful, chic cowgirl abode and no one to share it with. I asked myself, what does a red-blooded American cowgirl-wanna-be do when she wants to find someone to share her life? She hits the single bars, of course. Not my style. Country western dance saloons? Maybe. All male strip clubs? Definitely maybe. Instead, I opted for becoming a voyeur on Match dot com. Yup. I bit the bullet and joined Match. For over a year I would come home from work and spy on unsuspecting men via the internet. What a great concept.
After a little more than a year of false starts, many half truths, and outright untruthfulness; I decided to give up and cancel my subscription to Match. The nerve of some people. What makes a person believe they can say they are 55 and 6 ft tall, when actually they are 75 and 5 ft 8? Do they actually think I would not notice 20 years and several inches? Not to mention starting out a relationship with a lie. No thank you! I was prepared to try the all male strip clubs, but Match inadvertently hit my credit card for another 3 month payment, so I decided to give it one last shot. That is when I noticed someone of interest viewed my profile. Hmmmm ... not bad! I winked at him. He winked back. I wrote to him, he wrote back. I called him up, he called me back.
And that is how it all started.
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Fast forward six years to current day and we are preparing to celebrate an anniversary of sorts. We met six years ago this month. Since meeting I have traded my future of living in a little mountain cottage, reading poetry, throwing pots on a wheel, and tending my gardens, for an adventure on a sailboat with the sun on my face, wind in my long flowing hair, reading cruising guides and nautical charts, and enjoying sundowners in varying locations with my Michael. I thank God daily for this man beside me. He is my dream partner, my raison d’être, my captain.
Hey H Michael. Do you think we can find room for a pottery wheel,
