Red

We refer to him as Red between us. It's code for Jeff, my friendly neighborhood contractor, who has bailed me out on more than one occasion. I referenced him in my early blogs. Red has nothing to do with the color of his hair because he is a blond-blue eyed Adonis. It has to do with the number of red flags that only the shallow would see. Kind of like me. There are red flags all around me, too. Warning! Warning! Not last relationship material. But as you've understand, I beg to differ.

Have you ever been lying in the sun at a fairly empty pool or beach, when someone plops themselves down quite close to you, when they have the whole area to chose from? Well, that's how we met. I was lying at the pool, worshiping the sun and then suddenly he was there. Like he dropped out of the sky and chose to talk with me. Of course, I was one of the only people at the pool that afternoon.

After hellos were exchanged, and we began to talk, it was like we'd known each other for life times. Everything just flowed smoothly. Infrequently, we are fortunate to meet like minded others, and a new energy is released into the world around us. Sometimes the timing is good, sometimes it's not. Only time itself will tell, but the recognition of a kindred soul masquerading as a human being can not be denied. 

He had just moved into the community on the hill. Now I feel he's moving. He hasn't told me so, though I've called to inquire. It is not like him to not return my calls. It's that sixth or seventh sense that kicks in with these special, recognized beings. They are not like normal humans. He glows with light and energy and perhaps a touch of healing magic. The sexual kind of healing magic. This is one funny and sexy man who is a delightfully dangerous flirt. If ever there was a cougar lurking inside of me, Jeff could bring her out. Fortunately, he hasn't tried. He's been nothing except a gentleman, a wide open, clearly communicating and effective gentleman.

Ironically, he has met two local brothers when I asked him to put a bid on the reconstruction of the house. It was a perfect opportunity for me to share some of my life and insights with him as we walked through the wreckage together. He asks good questions and has vision. I'm completely honest with him except about what caused the pipes to burst in the first place. On that one, I took the Fifth. Loyalty and all.

I can count on one hand, OK maybe two, the number of encounters we've had since that fateful afternoon one year ago. Our phone calls are few. He had a divorce to do. A family to support. A girlfriend and lots of friends to empower him. He is the father, provider type not likely to be without a woman for long. Jeff loves women and women naturally love him back. He is a rarity and should be shared with the world.

Did I mention his energy? How handsome he is?  A charming Leo who's handy. I could go on and on like a schoolgirl with a crush. It's always like this with these special angel men. Their magnetism. Jeff simply has It.

And what about me? Can't you tell? I simply adore him. Romance with Red? Only in my fantasies which strangely align with his. Sometimes we just get lucky. Happy Birthday to Me!