I’ve been living with my ex-husband for longer than we were married, to begin with. I consider him the most reliable person I’ve ever had in my life; at his worst, he’s the best thing I’ve known. However, we’re like family. He’s the only family I have left, and he’s not family at all, but that’s his family: they have non-related family members in the droves, them all being lovely and awesome people to some of them. RIP.

But. Years ago, I declared that he, Exie has to find his Twin Flame before I can move on with mine. A couple of months ago, he came back from a date, eyes like saucers. Long story short, the pickiest man I’ve ever known chuckles when I tease him about his “bride” or “wife” he’d known for a week.

I didn’t expect it would be so much fun for me. Exie is no believer in anything New Age or the sort. It would have been useless to explain to him that there’s someone that I only compare as the poor man’s version of the same – we have a lot in common, so much I can clearly see why I’d be chosen as her “understudy” while things are being organized for the better elsewhere. I knew I’d enjoy watching him realize how true love feels, but I didn’t expect I’d so easily like her, too, although I haven’t actually met her in person yet; we’ve only spoken online, but you know. She seems like the best fun I’ve had since playing Barbie with my crazy friends… A decade ago. (Yep. I’m close to 50.)

So now that she’s here… Are we going?

I wanted her to turn up just before my Poly Flames come about. Now that she’s here, I’m starting to twirl my thumbs with all the Aries impatience… Meh, who am I kidding. I’m patient. :p I’ve learned to control my anxiousness well before it has become anxiety. Still… It’s starting to look pretty damned good around here.

I put up that honey pot… To keep the ladies from getting too excited. And to explain exactly how differently I feel about men and women. XD What am I talking about? That should put some ice into their beanies. XD

 

 

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