It was a solitary time, and after a spell of deep blues, I made a certain amount a peace with it. I liked what I did for a living, who I knew, and where I lived. And it is still my theory now, that until I reached that sense of self and independence, I would not find that elusive, very specific person I was longing for. But at that point I was resigned, and had no theories.
Two months later he arrived on my blog in reponse to a query on mine on his website, chewing Japanese gum because I had written about it.
Uncannily, he met, and surpassed, the laundry list of expectations I had sub-consciously and wittingly long fostered, fine-tuned and dismissed as unachievable in one man.