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Sunday, October 06, 2013

Horse or Man? It's a toss-up.

Look, I'm not going to be a whiner. We Wards aren't whiners. We're a suck-it-up-&-get-on-with-it bunch. It amuses me, to say the least, to be part of the online dating community (it's rather a nice term isn't it; makes it sound cozy) and every time I peek at my OKCupid inbox and I see another message that says "Hi :)" I sigh a sigh of a thousand years, brush the hair out of my face, and pick up my pen, wondering whether Mr Darcy would in fact be an avid OKCupider. But, holy moly, it sucks.

So it comes as no surprise to me, being that I'm an overachiever and all, that while I'm failing miserable in my amorous pursuits, there is a young man I am madly in love with and find myself, this morning, up at 5am in giddy anticipation of seeing him this morning. The gentleman in question is only three years old, has fine thoroughbred bloodlines, and has four legs instead of two.



first time on the grass, friday

He also has the somewhat preposterous name of Jelly.

between bites of grass yesterday

He's too skinny and he'll probably grow a few more inches. His coat is bleached out by the sun.

wherein jelly looks like a giant & thistle looks tiny

He thinks he's dog too and follows me around on the grass nuzzling his head in my neck.

It's true that a horse won't take you out to dinner, or make you a cup of tea when you wake up in the morning. A horse won't ask you how your day was, or tell you that you look beautiful. But, a horse will love you unconditionally (especially if there are carrots in the equation) and for a couple of hours on a Saturday morning, will make you feel as if you're the only girl on the planet.

Winston Churchill's quote always stays with me:

“There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.”-- Winston Churchill


A horse absorbs you so fully that there isn't room for anything else. Perhaps that's what I'm doing, just filling up all the unfilled bits.

My friend Jonathan, who is a wise man and likes lobster rolls almost as much as I do, advises that there should be no judgement of online dating until you've been on at least twenty dates. Yes, twenty. And you shouldn't take it too seriously. Just show up, go through the motions, and wait for the birds that suddenly appear.

Cue the Carpenters:



So I'll stop whining and I'll soldier on with my Starbucks name (Emma) and I'll report back. Okay?

3 comments:

  1. 'He's honest and faithful right up to the end, that wonderful one, two, three, four-legged friend.' I rest my case.

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  2. over-achiever? How so?

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  3. You know what they say, 21st time is the charm...

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