Sweet Friend,
You wrote you dated a few times and how frustrating it is to feel scrutinised.
Wise Friend,
The men I meet think I’m the one under scrutiny. They don’t know they are under my scrutiny. I didn’t come so far away from home, to stop scrutinising.
Sweet Friend,
I was thinking about the word you used. I know what you mean, though I hope you enjoyed the dates to some extent.
Wise Friend.
What should one do? Take a risk? How else? Be cautious? How else? Go with the flow? How else? Be gullible? How else? Be trustful? How else?
Sweet Friend,
You went there, faraway, to find a husband. Do they want to become husbands more then they want here? How far do you need to go before you can approach the subject even if only as a light, rushed joke?
Wise Friend,
It’s become a “shame on you” to want to know this too soon. A wish that needs to be in secret. A desire to be denied, minimised, and about which to joke. Once upon a time, becoming a husband was a sign of pride in oneself. Not anymore.
Sweet Friend,
What? Do you ask him on the first date?
Wise Friend,
When I feel like “Heck with it?”
Sweet Friend,
How did they react? I would love to be at the next table. Did you see any of them again? Risky filtering I might say. Is it funny?
Wise Friend,
Haha! Ah, it brings me a sense of relief.
Sweet Friend,
My mind is blank. I have no answers for you. Still, I can’t hold back to tell you to enjoy meeting people. Find out about their life and likes. Delight in their little surprises. The rules changed many decades ago. Somehow, still, they need to be relearned again and again.
Shush! Don’t bring it up too soon! You might filter the good ones. Also, sometimes “Heck with it!” Seek their happy side. If he’s moody, say “good-bye!”
eachword-eachday 