Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy my relationships have ended and even happier that at least one ex has remained in my life as a dear close friend.  I’m well aware of my shortcomings . . . I’m fairly tactless, extremely disorganized and play 4-6 suited much too often from early position . . . and am actively working on working on at least 2 of those things.

But the biggest thing I miss about being coupled?  Being taken care of when I’m sick.  You know, not having to worry about getting out of bed to run errands or to cook.  Someone to tell me its gonna be fine and to remind me that laying in bed is exactly what I need to do.

And, now, while I’m sniffling and talking with a crappy voice, I’m also reminded that perhaps if I inspired the women of my past more, and had been more of the man then, that I am now, I might actually have the best of both worlds . . . a dynamic incredible relationship to nurture so that it could, in turn, nurture me when I need it the most.

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I took Leia to be washed the other day. And then the most unbelievable thing happened.

She hugged me.

I’ve never been hugged by a car before, so I didn’t know how to react. It was magic. We wept. We laughed.

I think she might be the one . . .