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Here's one for the singletons.

You never know.
You just never know.

I have a friend that went on vacation and met her "lobster." She was NOT looking and has been slowly getting back on her dating sea legs after a traumatic relationship. They fell in love.
He is moving here.
They are getting married.
It's not tied up neat with a big red bow, this is real life after all, but it is very romantic and I felt I had to share. I was single for ahem well into my thirties. I thought it would never happen. The ONE would never come along. I was the third/fifth - always odd wheel. Right before meeting Mr PBS I had my heart stung twice in a row. Horribly. Then BOOM. He showed up. We talk now about how there were so many times we probably crossed paths.
The time never would have been right. I know that. He knows that.If we would have meet even one year before we did it wouldn't have been possible. I was just going through the cancer experience and was closed to anyone wanting or ever needing me again. I would have pushed away. Earlier than that he would have said I wasn't "his type.*" An obsessive short tempered salty sweet blond? Nope. No thank you he would have ran.
As I always say you could be anywhere and you never know when you will meet the "one." In my mind I picture two planets circling around and the chances seem so slim they will finally meet and align. However they do. Each day is closer to that moment. Your planet is ready to align. Your "lobster" is out there.


*although he says he would have loved my red mohawk circa 1982.