Four Men and Me

Within a period of one year, twenty-five years ago, I met four men. All of them as different from each other as possible. All in different stages of their lives, the only commonality was me.

They knew of the other person without knowing them and it was okay because I wasn’t dating any of them. In fact I met them at a period when I was taking an unconscious sabbatical from dating.

Because of these men, it took me a while to realise I was having a dating dry spell. Depending on my mood, I knew which one to call; which one to be silly with and be goofy around, which one to speak to should I feel the need for spiritual guidance, and which one gave me hope.

Today we are not as physically close as the early years due to distance, but they are still there for me, a phone call away.

They have all had a hand in who I am today, which is for better and not worse. I have not felt as lonely as I might have as an older single woman.

Fact is they are the longest male relationships I have had, which doesn’t show me in a good light lol, but I am grateful for them.

We all need to have someone, male or female that we can count on through thick or thin. These men have been my sounding board, they have All without exception been my encouragers, they’ve given me the tools to push further and harder, because they saw something more in me than I saw in myself, for that and to them I am forever grateful.

Thank you my Four Men.