Love on a Mountain Top

Ok, so I have been having one of those Bridget Jones - Carrie Bradshaw years since I have acquired the "single" status. Not saying that I am as hot or as easy as either of them, {Update - Yes I am...in fact I am hotter----do you hear the sizzle???} but as a 30ish woman that is single (no longer married) I seem to have come across the same issues...And all that I am really looking for is my Mark Garvey or Big. Referencing them does not mean I am looking for a pompous, rich, British man whom only wears suits...quite the opposite in fact...but I am looking for the one. Not to marry or all of that BS again...but the one that will truly want to give the 100% back that I am willing to give.

I have tried to deny it...but even my friends have caught me trying to lie about it. I want them and I need them in my life. I haven't forgotten about love and romance. How could you forget them when you never really were given them to begin with? I gave and gave and gave....and never got back. I guess that has left me this overly sappy fool. I guess it is the optimist in me that keeps trying even after every failure.

I keep believing. I keep hoping. Am I scared that I will fail? Of course. I have repeatedly. Doesn't mean I have to curl up and hide away. Life is too short to do that again. There is too much to experience - even if there is a little pain that comes with all of it...makes you grow into a stronger, incredible person.

For years I had the reoccuring dream of searching for the perfect lush green mountain and the man who lived on it. In the dream I was always afraid to see his face when I would finally reach the top after a long and hard climb. I think I have found my mountain and I am ready for the challenge that lays ahead in the climb....

I am ready to see his face.