relationships

Well, I hate to sound like the stereotypical chick here, but let's face it: I AM a chick. I'm sending this off to future me (you) to say I hope it really works out with Kevin. At the time of this email you were 40 years old, wondering if you'd wander the Earth single, sometimes wishing you would. Then you met Kevin and the fireworks began. BUT (and by the by, I hope you have kept your butt to a reasonable size) there was the big meltdown one the very first weekend of your date, which is waaaaay too soon to even be called a fight. How did that happen? Too much, too fast, too honest. Last night you spoke on the phone for almost two hours, and it was like talking a jumper down from a ledge... tenuous, tense, emotional. Why so emotional? Was he all you thought he might be? Did it work out, or did Kevy give in to his relationship fears. Either way, kudos to you for standing up for yourself, because you ARE worth it, my dear, and relationships are scary, and you were 100% right to say he'd be nuts to walk away from such a potentially beautiful love affair. (Okay, you didn't actually SAY that part, but you did imply it, and he heard you.) 40 is a little old to be feeling these kinds of butterflies, but there must be a reason. Do you have those same feelings at 41? Did it work out, either with or without Kevin? Keep swing dancing, girl. You are awesome at it, and it totally defines your grace and femininity, which have been dormant for so long. Stand up for yourself, and men will stand up when you walk into a room. I'm proud of you for living an honest life, however flawed and difficult it may be at times. You are truly a living piece of art, and anyone who walks in your door, literally or metaphorically, knows it and wants to know more. Fly on, little wing. (That's Jimi, don't you know? You listened to it on the way in to work this morning and smiled.) Fly on. -the Cinnamon Girl