I had dinner with my dear friend Ruth Ann tonight at the HoDo. As usual, the nourishment was more for the soul than the body. I have to say I relish that time with her. There is nothing quite like a friend that loves you just as you are – however imperfect or flawed. And I know I am so very imperfect, but that is okay Ruth Ann says because everyone is…imperfect that is.
Ruth Ann says some day I will find the right person for me and she suspects he won’t be terribly young and whether he is pretty or not won’t matter. Ruth Ann says he’ll be perfectly handsome to me and that is all that matters.
Ruth Ann says it is okay to look at the cute boys I am apt to be interested in, but that they are not good for an enduring relationship. Ruth Ann says I need someone with like intelligence, like interests and who likes all of the parts of me – the big personality me, the emotional me and the save the world me.
Ruth Ann says I have a lot to offer the right person, but that I need to allow myself to be vulnerable – which I don’t tend to do. Ruth Ann says she wants to help manage my future dating escapades. Ruth Ann says I need a list and Mr. Right needs to have all the items on the list – or he simply isn’t Mr. Right.
Ruth Ann says every day is a good day when you let go of all the silly expectations you place on yourself and others. Ruth Ann says that therein lies a big piece of the happiness puzzle.
Ruth Ann is smart and when she talks I listen. She understands who I am at my core and offers honest assessment but does not judge. Ruth Ann is, as I said at the outset, nourishment for my soul.
I think I need more meals like that.
Day six hundred and twenty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da