Finding Solo Pleasures.
Life has new lessons for me in enjoying embodiment.
I’ve been celibate for just over a year. No doubt I am but one of millions who might claim that statement, covid and all that jazz. My story is due to a divorce and relocation. But I chose it and was ready to deeply explore quiet solo hours and getting my head clear, my heart healed, my soul aligned once again to my true course.
But all along I’ve secretly harbored the idea I would have met some new someone, in this new place, by now. A male companion of similar age and life experience who also would like some female company who offered smiles, laughter and physical pleasures.
After two months surfing the waves of online meet-ups this past summer, the one guy who seemed mutually attractive and compatible ended up being someone who only wanted a text friend. Which is really not a friend at all.
We had a FaceTime meet-up and a number of very friendly phone calls. We shared things about our families; he has two daughters and I have one. Photos of his garden, photos of my beach trip to see friends. Friendly flirting. He reached out every three days or so. I took it as a very good sign.
He hinted at possible in-person meet-ups and didn’t mention our 300-mile separation as any obstacle. When I offered to meet him close to his home for a lunch date on my…
