, â??When weâ??re marriedâ?¦â?? as we waelkd along Handwerkplatz (Yep, isnâ??t THAT a romantic name?). I stopped walking. â??What did you say?â?? I asked as if I hadnâ??t heard him. But I had heard him. That was why Iâ??d stopped walking. â??I said, â??When weâ??re marriedâ?¦â??â?? he started. â??Wait right there. I donâ??t remember being asked,â?? I said with, I hoped, was a bit of authority. I knew authority. Iâ??d been divorced and on my own for more than thirty years, raised my daughter alone and had just been promoted to Vice President of Nursing for a long term care company. No one was telling me what I was going to do. â??Well, weâ??re not going to just live togetherâ?¦â?? he began. â??You mean weâ??re not going to â??live in sinâ???â?? I said. He was old-fashion, very courteous, opening doors for me and other women. He even said, â??Maâ??amâ?? and would give a slight nod of his head to women when he said hello. â??No, weâ??ll live in Oley,â?? he answered with that little smile Iâ??d come to expect with his puns and quips. My heart turned over and I reached for his hand. â??So, what were you going to say about when weâ??re married?â?? At 62 Iâ??d never really expected to find The Love of My Life. I planned to retire and move to Seattle where my daughter lived. But one day I was checking out faces on a senior singles website and I saw this guy in a cowboy hat with a great smile in the middle of a nice white beard. His information said he lived near me and he was a writer. Okay. Maybe I should check this out. We started the usual email conversations and then planned to meet. I thought I knew the meeting place but I got lost and had to call him. He told me to stay put he would come to me. He got out of his van (van?)â??a big guy, tall with broad shoulders, that great smile and of course the cowboy hat. I stuck my hand out and he opened his arms. â??Iâ??m a hugger,â?? he said, hugging me like the bear I learned later was, appropriately enough, his totem.We went into a bookstoreâ??s cafe9, got drinks and talked. Or rather he talked and I listened. Heâ??d done just about everything, from blacksmithing to running for governor and now he was writing. I kept listening, all the while thinking, â??What am I getting into here?â??Finally he suggested we go to a movie. Okay. He would drive since I didnâ??t seem to know the area. Hmm? Alone with a strange man who owns a van? Against better judgment, I got into his van. Well, I realized quickly that he couldnâ??t use the van for any covert activities; it was full of stuffâ?¦even coins, everywhere. Oh, dear. Again the tought: What was I getting myself into?He loved Disney movies. I love Disney movies. The Princess and the Frog was sold out. We saw a serious filmâ?¦something about soccer with Morgan Freeman. He took me back to my car and we said good-bye with a hug. Heâ??d already told me he wanted to see me again and I told him to call me.I drove home thinking, â??Nice gentleman, but not my type, not really.â??But I didnâ??t know what my type was. After 30 years of being alone and several broken relationships, I didnâ??t think I was ready for a long term one and this gentleman (in all meaning of the word) wanted just that.Nope, no long term relationship.No, not me. Not now. Nice eveningâ?¦handsome gentlemanâ?¦we do have lots in commonâ?¦Well, maybeâ?¦Weâ??ll be married on June 16th this year. And, yes, weâ??ll be living in Oley.

by Ilham 01:53:35 AM 2012.06.19