I read this ... and thought of you

I just read these words by poet Brian Bowers from a piece titled The Pain of Separation and the Love Within on The Good Men Project's website.
I'm putting it out there, as it is truly beautiful:

Indeed we are truly blessed if we find someone who will hold us with meaning. And (hopefully) if we are given the chance to hold them in return, their very existence teaches us to hold ever so gently because life is incredibly fragile.

Don't ever let a chance (to love) go by...

Read the story here: goodmenproject.com/guy-talk/cc-the-pain-of-separation-and-the-love-within/

The notes that linger

I'll have what she's having: An Affair to Remember.

I was reflecting on my looooong single status last night - as you do in the wee hours when you have had too much red wine and have unwisely revisited some favourite romantic comedies - and I came to the conclusion: I am an acquired taste (AT).
This is not a bad thing. Not bad at all.
A few of my female friends are ATs. Each has more than their fair share of quirks, but their beautiful minds have taught them how to play well together.
I guess I am a connoisseur of this kind of friend. They are smart, funny, true and never boring.
Some of these ATs have found the Holy Grail of partners - their ultimate connoisseur who has managed to not only keep up with their rhythm, but has amplified it.
It is a sight to behold.
But these men are not your run-of-the-mill types either. They too march to their own drum.
Two connoisseurs sharing a life. It's the ultimate admiration society.
In my mind, these sorts of partnerships never get old. Appreciation grows and the coupling becomes a classic.
So, like that bottle of strange spirit that remains on the (top) shelf, I'll sit tight and observe the passing parade. It's nice, and I know that when I am curious and bewitched enough to leave the shelf again, it will be for keeps ... or at least long enough to make it interesting.
So, salute!
* For the record, I'm the little bottle of pink champagne liqueur on the left (origin: somewhere beautiful, exotic and very, very cool).