Hey there. 10th time could be the charm.
This really is quite simple. I am a thoughtful kind funny guy that is looking for ONE woman to connect with. I don't want 2 or 3, and I don't need 9 or 10. When the right woman shows up that is perfect for me, I won't look for someone even more perfect.
I was raised in the country but have been in the city for most of my life now. I have 4 amazing kids ages 21 down to 15.
I don't wear camo, affliction t-shirts, pose half naked in the bathroom, nor do I wear hats backwards with sunglasses. In fact, I don't wear sunglasses or hats at all.
I am passionate, articulate, thoughtful, creative and romantic. I love to hold hands, laugh, kiss, and open doors.
I just finished writing a novel, and have it published. I love that feeling of accomplishment. I am writing book numbers 2 and 3 now.
If you are a reader and are interested, I am attaching the prologue. If you are in a book club, I would be happy if you wanted to read my book to make myself available for questions and answers.
Thanks for checking out my profile.
He stood in the doorway, almost as if expecting someone to say something before he left. The wooden planked floor creaked as he slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then he paused. The silence in the room only mirrored her response. She never came, she didn’t call out to him and she never would again. Not that he could blame her.
Monica hadn’t been back to his apartment in over two weeks. He missed her, but deep down he knew, begging for her to come back would only delay the inevitable.
Jonah had met Monica three months before, after standing in line at El Pollo Guapo, one of those, make it in front of you burrito places. He had noticed her immediately. She stood in line ahead of him, absorbed in her i Phone. She was in her late 20’s, around 5 feet 7 inches, beautiful blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. Eating seemed to be a distraction to her, only looking up to order, then she became reemerged with her phone again.
Jonah sat facing her, a couple tables away, mesmerized by her beauty, but almost as much by her intensity. She almost ate without taking her eyes off of whatever was drawing her to her phone. After a couple of bites, Jonah noticed a smear of avocado had remained above her upper lip. He cleared his throat, getting her attention and then gestured to her with a napkin, wiping off his own lip. She stopped chewing for a moment, finally recognizing the reason for his movement. She moved her napkin to her mouth wiping away the smeared guacamole and as her eyes widened, looked back towards Jonah and mouthed, “Thank you”. Jonah smiled, and went back to his own burrito trying not to stare, glancing up occasionally to find her back to her phone. Jonah’s personality wasn’t to approach women, but especially women he didn’t know. He sat wondering how to approach her. Then she suddenly stood.
“She’s leaving.” He thought, “Another missed chance”.
Then to his surprise she walked past him, sliding her business card under his hand. Monica Paulson Home Designs. He stared at the card then looked up at her as she walked out the door, pausing briefly to look back at him and smile. Her hair blew in her face as the door opened, and then she was gone. The card remained fixed in Jonah’s hand, and then he turned it over and read-
“I would love to hear from you.”
It was fast and furious in the beginning with Monica and Jonah seemingly not being able to get enough of each other. She has finally able to slow down a bit from the helter skelter lifestyle she had created for herself since college, and he now had opened up a bit after three years of first and second dates since his twelve year marriage had collapsed. They spent time going to art galleries, going out to dinner and dancing and they even had taken a couple of long weekends just to get away, anywhere, as long as they were together.
Then it happened, again, like a virus waiting patiently inside your body, waiting for the most inopportune time to show itself. Jonah slowed down; the calling and the texting. Work in his studio required more of his time. They only went out a couple of times a week and then this relationship virus attacked completely.
Jonah would now go days without calling. Monica’s texts would go unanswered, and then she stopped. She stopped trying. This vicious cycle Jonah was in sounded a lot like a record with a scratch, repeating parts of Lost in Love by Air Supply over and over and over. But he did it, slowly pushed away the best thing that had been in his life. And now, she was gone forever.
As Jonah began pulling the door closed, his eyes scanned the apartment looking to see if there was anything that he had forgot. His eyes stopped when he spotted the lone airline ticket sitting on the breakfast bar. His heart sank. He stared at it momentarily, and then slowly began to shut the door. The morning sun lit up his entire apartment contrasting the darkness of the hall in which Jonah stood. As he slowly pulled the handle to the door, the floor beneath him moaned as if his soul began to mourn, and slowly the stream of light coming from his apartment became less and less, symbolically extinguishing any light left in his relationship with Monica. The door finally closed, and with one last tug clicked shut, seeming to echo down the silent hallway. His heart, quiet for two weeks went silent.
“Why am I doing this?” he thought.
Jonah picked up his computer bag, throwing it over his shoulders, resting it on his back, pulled up on his suitcase and began the quiet walk down the hall to the staircase. The light of the day and warmth of the summer sun in Boston shook away the effects of the emotional morning and the four flights of stairs down from Jonah’s apartment and his taxi arrived at the curb, perfectly on time.