Cocktails & Dreams

The reason for the silence:

"Mr. Bingley is just what a young man ought to be, sensible, good-humoured, lively, and I never saw such happy manners! He is also handsome"

-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice-

Well, it had to happen, eh? Guess the Vix got snared in her own honey trap. Smug Married friends of mine take note - the Wilderness years are over! But I swear on the Singleton torah that I will NEVER become a Smug Married. Or at least, I will not be sharing my smugness with the world. (Hence the lack of postings on this blog)

But did I end up with a Mr. Darcy? You’ll not believe it, I have NOT! The Philosopher is a walking caricature of Mr. Bingley if there ever was one. He even has this permanent smile on his very cherubic face. (Strangely enough, that smile, together with his curly blonde hair and china blue eyes bears resemblance to that Crispin Bonham-Carter that played Mr. Bingley in the 1996 BBC Pride and Prejudice miniseries!) I guess I cursed myself, but I’ve not been this happy in a very very long time! The Philosopher is obliging, friendly, with easy manners that guarantees him friends everywhere he goes.

In fact, very much like myself, he has been likened to a cheery bouncing ball of light. He’s not tall by Dutch standards, but I like our fit (it had to happen!). He is by no means sociably inept – like me, the social butterfly, he is at ease in the company of strangers, and makes them his friends very quickly. He enjoys the new and the unknown. He doesn’t brood sullenly in the corner, completely devoid of emotion, he is the most affectionate man I have ever met. At any chance he gets me within arms length, he’s either grabbing onto my hand, or kissing my hair, or hugging me. He’s got this amazingly wonderful habit of kissing my hand whenever he gets the chance which makes my heart stop.

He takes my breath away with how lovely he is. And every time I think about how this wonderfully sweet gentleman has chosen ME, to be in his life, I just want to sit down and bawl my eyes out.

CJ was right – there is better, so much better than Rex. And nice guys do deserve a chance. The Philosopher does not mess me about – he says what he feels, he calls when he says he will, he arranges to see me, even before the current date is over, he understands my priorities and tries to fit himself into my schedule – he worries about my feelings without smothering me, he … well, so far, he can’t do any wrong!

I don’t know how far this could go … I dare not make any permanent plans when things with my life are so up in the air. I just intend to take it one day at a time and see where the road takes us.

But thank you, Cupid, for helping me back on this road. And he seems to be worth the long and arduous wait.