Somewhere ...... Out there.....

         Uhmmm much as I love being single, (though there are times I wish I had someone to cuddle up to at the end of a stressful day and on cold nights, someone to talk to, someone I can share my inner most thoughts with and him also doing same...Ok, Ronke enough), I can’t help mulling over who my next boyfriend might be. In the same way I imagine what marrying Jake Gyllenhaal would be like (amazing, apparently! Thanks, brain), I often find myself trying to picture the future Mr.....

It’s a dangerous game: I’m likely to be fairly disappointed when the tall, clever, sexy man of my dreams translates into the average man...but it’s possible I get what I want *wink* Oh forgot to add...with abs like Usher’s.

But no matter how unlikely he is to be the kind of man who can catch spiders with one hand and always takes the rubbish out, the person I’m meant to be with is out there, somewhere. Lots of friends are engaged, others are married, some dating, which sometimes makes me jealous *big smile* (Don’t get me wrong. It’s good and am happy for them *big hug*) – but more often this makes me think how lucky I am that all of those amazing milestones are still to come. You only get to reach them once (usually), so instead of wishing I’d got there already too, I’m concentrating on how much I’ve got to look forward to.

I know the best thing that will ever happen to me – meeting and falling in love with The One -  is lurking in my future and that’s so exciting...and am sure it’s going to be an amazing adventure...you’re just not sure when.

At the moment, he and I are both enjoying our lives separately. But we’re gradually moving closer to the day we meet, like trains heading towards the same destination. I love that I might meet someone at a party, event, shopping mall, through friends, anywhere and we’ll say hello for the first time, unaware that eventually, we’ll fall in love. It means that whenever I meet a new man – even the ones with whom you share those fleeting moments when you catch each other’s eye – the same thought flashes in my mind: ‘Is it you?’

I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing right now...but there are times I think, ‘Is he already in my life and I don’t know and he doesn't know too? Or maybe he’s in Paris, on a boat on the Thames at a black-tie do, maybe he isn’t Nigerian or African,...’ I don’t know. But what I do know is that wherever he is and whoever he is, when we finally meet, we’ll get the chance to make some fireworks of our own at last *dreaming* .....