Prelude
It wasn’t that I sad with my life or in malaise, It was more that I was lonely. My heart wasn’t broken, but open and yearning to be filled again.
Direct dating wasn’t very successful. Dates with girls at the local burger joint were only slightly better than the lusting of online flings years before. I knew that I wanted more in companionship, more to be with who I was supposed to be. With dating dim, I stopped.
Instead; I worked, I played, I exercised, I saw movies, I shopped. Alone. Even when we’re surrounded by hordes, we can be alone.
As I wanted to keep language skills alive, I left notes at a community college requesting exchanges. Surprisingly the first caller was enough and new friendships were made.
Sharing, a Holy Grail of traits, helped keep our discussions and times together alive. From two cultures, understanding formed and invisible boundaries were crossed. A platonic love for each of us grew and prospered.
In time, my friend stepped further into my life and understood the hole in my heart. Shortly, he invited me on a dance cruise. Before boarding, my friend said words in jest, not knowing how true they’d be.
“I’m going to introduce three girls, you’ll marry one.”
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9/15/2009 – A remembrance of how it started between Peichi and I.
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