This is a love story, and it’s true.
Pamela and Paul are the wonderful people I sailed with from San Diego to La Paz, on their comfy 43’ yacht. Along the way I fell in love with them both: fun, bright, kind, silly folks who have a sweet affection for each other, and even more: a great friendship, concern, respect, and a darned good time together.
Before they met, Paul explained to me, he’d been divorced a while and knew he wanted a partner in life. Pragmatic ... genius ... charming ... a bit eccentric; he announced it was a numbers game and decided he was going to go on 100 dates in search of the right woman. Paul set off on an aggressive campaign – using a log to keep account of the myriad of female prospects.
Pamela – who is witty, capable, thoughtful and absolutely beautiful inside and out – continued the story, saying that only after several months of dating, did Paul tell her about the log. His entries were brief, sort of ...
#7 Sue Smith: really long nails
#23 Mary Jones: chews gum all the time
And so on ... (names have been changed to protect the innocent!)
She came to the last line in the book, and it read ...
#67 Pamela S ------ : Perfect
How sweet, touching ... a little bit corny ... but heart-warming and encouraging nonetheless! Of course they shared this story with me to prod me into doing the same – sort of a New Year’s Resolution ;-/ Old insecurities have me hunched over like Quasimodo (I’m still having trouble shedding the feeling that I simply mustn’t deserve someone that awesome, having been flicked by Mr. Wonderful ... DOH! ) But I’m working hard to shake those boulders off my back and am off to a good start (and it’s only Jan 3!)! What a fascinating year this is promising to be; making new friends and experiencing new adventures ... while cultivating my charm and gracious manners, of course.
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