Cheryl

Same morning after Lil and Pauly and Mrs. Brazille, on my second round of the lake I saw woman taking a picture of a squirrel. I struck up a conversation. She was fantastic. She had this way of controlling me with her body. She was solid and reminded me of Sophia, my long time-ago girl friend in Bernal Heights. I am in love. She has kids but refers to her significant other has their father, and she wears no ring. Maybe she is separated. I try to attract the squirrel by pretending I have food, so she can get a good picture. She tries to show me some of her pictures on her iPhone. When she is ready to go she dismisses me. I like that. So I am in love again and now with two woman. I have hopes again. Will be looking for her. Give it one week and then cancel the illusion.

So what kind of woman am I looking for besides of course, 'the any woman that will have me'? Met Anna on-line. Took me a year of answering ads, to figure out how to write the ad that would appeal to the kind of woman I was looking for. I knew that it would be almost impossible to meet someone compatible with myself in my daily life. It is the same today. Of course then I was fifty-seven. When I started looking again I was sixty-seven. Big difference. Should be someone who is physically attractive, however in my experience the best minds are not necessarily attractive to me. But my experience with Zoosk has taught me it is not mind alone. Cheryl taught me it is an energy, a presence, a being I love to look at. Know for sure it would have to be someone who would allow me to be myself and say anything. I like a woman who talks on and on and doesn't need to be baby-sat. The first rule of intelligent people is that they can entertain themselves, and they are going to tell you about it.

Somebody asked the question what is a soul-mate? I did not know the answer. Always associated the term with someone you love and live with, having a good deal in common. I met my soul-mate. I think I now know what it is. Danny, a friend and I, were walking south at the lake. I always walked off the concrete walk in the dirt because of my Fiber Myalgia. Woods on the left, Tule reeds and the lake on the right. Up ahead under what might be or similar to a Crimson Cascade Ornamental Peach Tree or Norway Maple, was an East Indian woman, standing on our side of the walk, talking on her cell phone. She was facing us. She was short, thin and dark, but there was something about her dark eyes. Danny walked around the left side of her and I walked around the right. I looked into her eyes and she into mine, and there was something there, a recognition maybe. I walked close, maybe five feet away looking into her eyes and nodded hello. She, even though talking of the phone, ever so slightly nodded back in recognition. We walked on and then I noticed her to the left of us standing stopped, her back to us and still talking on the phone. I was surprised that as thin and small as she was, there was more there than I would have expected, and I was a little bit turned on. We continued walking and talking and she went on ahead. Then I noticed a beautiful tall and lithe teenage girl pass us by and then another, both East Indians. I took them to be her daughters.

Danny and I continued our walk another two miles around the lake until we reached the boathouse. In the parking lot we ran into the East Indian Woman and her two daughters, the woman pointing out to Danny that he had dropped a piece of paper. I looked into her smiling eyes and she into mine - shone love. They got into their car, she giving me lovely glances, and when she pulled out she passed me with love in her eyes. I returned her love and I gave her a low bow. She is a soul-mate. I am in love. She has kids, a husband, an extended family the whole ball of wax. And I have my life. I will most likely never see her again. She in her life and I in mine are utterly incompatible. But still we saw each other and we love each other. Perhaps in different bodies, different times and places and in just the right circumstance we might be a couple and live a life of love. She taught me what a soul-mate is. It is not necessarily one person. It can be any number of which one will never meet or know. It would seem to be the instant connection and love between two souls that recognize each other. Someone who could have been - if would have been.

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