THE ONE

I had met Nev for the first time, in person, that is. I had been tabling with those online dating services for about 6 months but had gotten to the point where I was saying to myself, this isn’t going to work. The women I had met where certainly interesting, on paper anyway, but that is about as far has it went. It ended up being all smoke and mirrors, to me, if ya know what I mean. I had given up! My online dating subscription was running out in a week and that was going to be that. Nivette “that was her real name” was going to be the last rendezvous. But as the saying goes, when you stop looking is when you find. Thank god, I had stopped looking, because Nev is turning out to be a real find. Seemed like perfect timing. Whose timing I do not know. The only question I had.…….. Is she the one! Let me try to fill in some of the blanks.
The thing that impressed me the most about her was that she too, had taken care her mom, until the end! and with what I know now, probably had a much more difficult time than I. The frustration and feeling of helplessness can cut to the bone. I know, my mom had died 9 months previous from a similar illness.
As we traded our sagas and sorrows for happier subjects, it was impossible for her true essence of kindness and maturity not to shine through. Even though she has black belts in god knows how many disciplines. Maybe that has something to do with it. I don’t know. The fact was she still stood strong. The fears and pain had been left in their place. Courage prevailed, and courage not being the absence of fear, but the choice to disobey it, told me she was very special. But here’s more.
On the much lighter side, we both have the same quirky sense of humor. We can laugh together and at one another. Doesn’t matter, we always seem to have a wicked good time? The other day we were sitting in her living room, there was a strange noise that came of somewhere, and we slowly turned to each other and started dinging out the twilight♪♫♪♫♪♫ zone theme. It was a Kodak moment. We watched Jim Carey’s lair, lair the other night and I thought I was going to need to reach for the oxygen bottle. Seems like we never miss a beat. Never in loss for a topic or something to do. I think she can read my mind. She and I are on the same page all right. Better yet, already writing’ the book.
Speaking of books, how about Spirituality. Our religious beliefs are not the same, in name anyway. I think the key word is belief. Nev is a spiritualist. I’m a born again Christian. Go figure! You would think that in itself would throw a wrench in the gears of our relationship. Surprisingly enough, it has done nothing but enhance this bonding thing we have going on. We both believe in what we believe and that is what works, for each of us. I respect that. We both know if she eats, I won’t get fat and when I die they are not going to bury her. Basic stuff, I know, but it is the basics that always seem to work best. So it turns out that our beliefs are quite similar, only practiced differently.
Responsibility, only to ourselves? As more time passes and the future becomes the now, Nev and I grow closer. Bringing to the present what we’ve both learned in the past. As we share, we laugh, we learn, changing the definition of ourselves in the process. I guess the most exciting thing of it all is, knowing that it is happening. Making the now, a little more meaningful and satisfying, and the future a little more promising. Back to the original question, is she the one? As the me changes to we, the four-word question is changing to a one-word answer…..Indeed!