Circle of support, part 2
I think it’s universal human nature that people need to hear that they are physically attractive at some level. To feel the confidence that comes from “not looking too bad” to phrase it in Upper Midwest Scandanavian sort of way. Sometimes our girlfriends are the advice/affirmation givers. Sometimes not. I’ve never been a woman for whom shopping with my girlfriends was a regular activity. I think I can count on one hand the times it’s happened. Nor have I, even as a youth, been overly chatty with my girlfriends about looks at all. Which only means I have no trustworthy way of knowing if I look like a dork or not. And most of the time, I’m pretty sure I’m high on the dork scale. But.
He makes me feel beautiful and hip and sexy. At my lowest moments he gave me one thing that didn’t suck. One thing that I could be confident in. He is encouraging, even when the evidence for confidence is scarce. His expertise is confirmed by how people react to me after I see him. I have trusted his advice and expertise about how I appear to the world for almost ten years now. I’ve taken risks with him that I didn’t have the courage to take earlier in my life. He makes himself available for me when it’s important, even if it means adjusting his schedule.
He has shared enough of his story for me to know that he cares about hearing mine. He listens and doesn’t judge. He is the master of “working with what he has” and living life to the fullest. He’s heard about my kids, my marriage, my divorce, my work and even a little about my return to dating.
I get to see him again this Friday. He cuts (and sometimes, when I’m adventurous and flush with cash he even colors!) my hair.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
