My Gifted Life

They say the best way to find something is sometimes not to look. Go about your day and the searched for goal or object will just float into your grasp because by not striving the shy creature will no longer stay away.

I had a long discussion with a family friend yesterday about her trans child. Here I was thinking that it would be easier for a teen/twenty something to find companionship and love in a more tolerant age group and yet that isn’t so. Just the same  problems I face at twice the age. Perhaps worse because frankly there are more issues with acceptance of trans men by gay men than of trans women by lesbians. At least I haven’t yet encountered a problem with it.

Out of the blue a couple of weeks ago I had a couple of contacts on Her (a lesbian dating site). I now just ignore most of the 20/30 something contacts unless I think there’s a possibility of a friend or a penpal (13000 miles away with a bunch of friends I gave a try, she wasn’t obviously a scammer at least).

I actually got together for coffee with one of the more my age respondents and found a nice quirky (my kind of quirky) woman. Several hours later, some coffee and walking and a really wonderful brunch of eggs benedict (unbelievably I’ve never had them) we parted with wanting to make plans for dinner sometime soon.

We both have daughters, both are survivors of long marriages ending, albeit for different reasons, and I suspect both kind people.

I’m hopeful and looking forward to what I hope will be a second date. Nothing like anticipation.

And if not, I can remember a really nice Sunday afternoon in Somerville.