Note to Mr. Aussie

I feel as though you told me yes. Then no. Then maybe. Which leaves me curious and wanting more. More information. More time. More of you. The last five years of my life have been filled with mere distractions and full-blown disasters as far as men are concerned. But in recent weeks, so much has turned around. Every few days I have received clear answers on so many outstanding questions in so many varied areas of my life. And I have wondered, since I returned home, if meeting you was an answer to some significant question in my life. I remember telling you that I felt a certain sadness over people and relationships being just a little too fluid, a little too temporary, a little too here and gone. Sunday night I noticed you wearing a ring on your left index finger. That you absently fingered it and seemed preoccupied with how it didn't belong there, didn't really belong anywhere anymore. I wish I had taken a picture of you, though I don't really need one. Your smile and your eyes are etched in my memory. I don't know what details of your life remain to be resolved so you can move forward with a clear conscience and an open heart. What I do know is what I have been left with. A feeling of connection and attraction to another human being that could, just maybe, evolve into devotion and passion. And if you feel at all the same way, all you have to do is click over to my profile, and under contact, click on the email link. You're much too delectable to be either a distraction or a disaster.