One day I was simultaneously talking to my mom while streaking bleach through my hair, giving myself highlights. She was on a speaker phone and was asking if I had read that book about Astrological love signs my sister had given me to read. I giggled and told her that I had and it said the sign that would be most compatible with me, a Scorpio, was a Cancer. It was all tongue and cheek as I really wasn't looking for anyone. But my mom, being a mom, of course pressed. Knowing her daughter was still a young lady coming out of her first marriage with much to still offer, she asked me what qualities I was looking for in a mate? This was an interesting question, because in my first marriage, I really hadn't considered that. So, in light-hearted fashion, I began rattling out a list of my dream guy.
"Of course, he should be kind and good with children. Patient with me. I would like to meet someone that was good with his hands. That liked to fix things around the house. He should be good with tools so that we could work on weekend projects together. He would have a rugged exterior, and rough hands, yet, was a big teddy bear inside" I gleefully told her, happy to have nailed down the qualities of a person I would like to spend time with.
"Do you think that is too much to ask for, Mom?" I asked.
She laughed and said, "No, not at all honey".
Later, after my shower, towel wrapped around my head, I poured myself a cup of coffee and looked out of the back window to check on the kids. Some of the neighborhood children, along with my oldest were playing as sword fighters with sticks in the backyard. My little one, was on my hip. I walked with him into the living room and stooped down to play some music on the stereo. On of my favorite things to do at home on Sunday's was dance with my baby. We swirled and danced, until out of my front window, something caught my eye. I put Scott down and peeped outside.
"Oh, it's just that guy from the birthday party a few weeks ago" I thought to myself. (see the story -The Invisible Man)
I couldn't remember his name, but noticed he was in front of my neighbors house, polishing his truck. He seemed to be in his own little world, focusing on every tiny detail of the baby-blue 1988 Toyota 4-Runner. I thought, he must take really good care of that old truck as it still looked brand new.
I picked up my baby and to his great delight, we swirled around and danced to the music once more.