Mystery Man

I wanted to talk about how I was hoping to send an email to my latest ex-boyfriend (I mean, what should I call him), to let him know, in emotionally intelligent terms that sending me an e-card wishing me a happy Mother's Day four days after he inexplicably broke up with me is just a wee bit painful for me, but it keeps coming out "What the fuck is your problem, you fucking asshole! Why can't you grow the fuck up!" And that is definitely not an emotionally intelligent way to speak (although it makes me feel a whole lot better.)

So, instead, I am going to talk about my mystery man, whom I am going to refer to as my "Rowan Atkinson." No, he doesn't look like Mr. Bean, but I bring up dear Rowan because of a bit of movie trivia (and anyone who knows me, knows I love movie trivia!) So here it is - did you know that in the movie "Love, Actually", Rowan Atkinson was supposedly playing an angel who intervenes at key moments to help people at pivotal points in the movie?

Then, who is this "angel"? Well, back in March, there was a handsome gentleman in line for my play who started to talk to me, because he recognized me from the photo, and wanted to let me know how much he enjoyed the show (this was his second time seeing it.) And, for the first time since I started dating this last person, I actually found myself interested in someone, and part of my brain began to realize there might be a different path for me.

Now, in retrospect, I don't know if this person was "the one" (heck, I don't even know if he was married, or gay, or both.) But I know he was sort of a messenger, letting me know that there was somebody better out there for me, someone who would genuinely be interested in me, and someone who wouldn't let me know six months into the relationship the they were sorry but they never felt anything for me. Someone who was real and truly in touch with that. Someone worth waiting for.