You have to wonder some times what it is, that will make you fall in love with a particular person. If it is fate, or destiny, or just chemistry at its' most basic level.
Years ago a Newsweek article came out that stated a woman over 35 had a greater chance of getting killed by a terrorist than they did of getting married. I suspect that Newsweek lost all of their single female subscribers over 35 that week. I am 45 years old. Well past what most people would consider to be my dating prime. But somehow, despite all odds, I met the man of my dreams.
My guy isn't an Adonis. He isn't the most handy, or mechanical of men. But, he is special in so many wonderful ways. He is smart and funny, and sweet and most important of all, he gets me. He is the Yin to my Yang, the cream to my coffee, the salt on the rim of my margarita. He is what makes life special, to me. Whether we are out painting the town red, or home sitting on the couch, watching tv, for the first time in my life, I am exactly where I want to be, and with the person I want to be with. What can be more wonderful than that? Love after 35 an impossibility? Not in the least. I don't think I would have appreciated what I have now, 20 years ago, or even 10 years ago. But now, now I can appreciate a good thing when I have it, or more accurately, a good person.
