One more month and it will be a year since he’s been gone. That is unimaginable. This is the photo I saw when I expanded my search on match.com to include the Front Range and my breath caught in my throat. He struck me as handsome, to say the least. Sean Connery handsome. Man’s man handsome. Sassy with that cigar. Penetrating blue eyes, silver hair, sexy beard. I loved the way he tucked his sleeves to the inside instead of rolling them up. My very first thought….”There is no way a handsome man like that is going to have anything to do with me.” My self esteem was so low after my divorce. I looked at this photo and read his profile every day for three weeks before I got up the nerve to send him a note inviting him to look at my own profile. I didn’t hear anything for 4 months. I figured that was my answer…he wasn’t interested. Then he wrote back. He had moved within 40 miles from me. Did I still want to go out? Yes….oh my, yes! We e-mailed then talked on the phone and finally met in person on Halloween 2005. My friend was in my shop and said she would stay in case he was some sort of stalker-dude. He walked in. I took one look and whispered to her “Get out of here! He’s perfect!” That is my favorite story. The “how I met Mr. Virgo” story. I like to tell it. I can tell it now and smile. I miss him. Always will. I love him. Always will. I will always have him because he didn’t go far…he still lives in my heart. Always will. He makes me smile. Always will.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Virgo…