You asked me last night if I believe in fate. When I think of fate, I think of predetermination, of an outcome that is fixed and over which I have no control. I think that we end up where we do because of choices. So no, I don’t believe in fate.
But I do believe in serendipity, in the happy accidents that sometimes shape our lives. You found me on Plenty of Fish in one of those rare windows when I opened my profile. And I’d just posted that picture from New Orleans, the picture in which you recognized Kim. What a difference to start with a point of connection.
I don’t believe in fate. But I do believe in good timing. If you’d found me six months ago, I wouldn’t have been ready for you. Your open, forthright approach would have scared the hell out of me. Five minutes and I’d have been running for the hills. Six months ago, I still had healing to do. I wasn’t looking for someone who was emotionally available and ready for the next phase in his life. It sounds like six months ago, you wouldn’t have been ready for me either. So let’s hear it for good timing.
I don’t believe in fate. But I do believe in “bloody good luck.” What are the chances of meeting somebody with whom you feel an instant connection, an instant sense of comfort? What are the chances of shared values, shared experience and good chemistry? “I knew from that first date that you were different,” you told me. I felt the same way.
There’s so much I like about you, Will. You’re warm and kind and funny. You’re intelligent and responsible. You love the same Indian writers that I do. And you’ve got just enough of the rebel Australian bad boy in you to give you a sexy edge. I like you, Will. (And I really like your delicious Aussie accent).
The second time we went out, you told me that you weren’t going to date anyone else, that you wanted to see where things might go with me.
I want to see where things go with you too. I’m ready for a new beginning.
Here’s to serendipity, Will, to good timing and to a bit of “bloody good luck.”
Let’s see what happens next.