Finding Love

Over delish smoked salmon capers sandwiches, my friend and I do what girls love to do. We chit chat about life and love. She says, “You are young, running around looking [for love]. I am old (which she is not, only 28), I will sit here and wait for it.” This makes me wonder if finding love would be like trying find your friend after you somehow got separated at the mall or concert. I am talking about pre cell phones days.

You just wander around and around, searching - me being small with small friends, the challenge is greater - and getting frustrated. It sort of reminds me of those butterflies fluttering around in crazy loops and zigzags. Well, actually, two butterflies fluttering around, their paths crossing but not at the same time. The magic happens when they finally meet.

I have actually figured out that if I just stay in the same spot my friends will find me much faster. AND I would exert minimal energy. So perhaps, my “old” friend might be a bit wiser and there is efficiency to her strategy for finding love. On the other hand, isn’t the fun in the journey? And I have always liked fun and flutter…