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As Jane Austen once said, in order to fall in love with Mr. Darcy, one has to invent him first! As for me, I even didn’t have to invent him. From time to time, I have dreams about him.
I wake up early in the morning in a little house. The children and the dogs are left in town. You are not here either, but I know where I can find you. I roll myself up in a rug and quietly go downstairs. You are sitting on the pier with a fishing rod. You are wearing camouflage (you might as well go and fight as a guerilla). And your head is covered with that touchy, almost childish panama hat.
Either because of the morning coolness, or because of gushing tenderness, my breath is taken away. My leaps are searching for a spot that was not missed at shaving – “Morning!”
And I will certainly find this place. I will wait for the man who will understand me like no one else does. The man I will perceive as my own flesh and blood. May be it’s you?
Emotionally, I'm a glass half full person. Perhaps that's the reason why I've chosen this kind of work. My first profession is to save people. I'm a crisis counselor. The second one is a business trainer in the Beauty Industry. In both cases those are the fields where altruism is paid.
But I'm not married to my job! In my spare time I learn italian because it's a very beautiful language), dance (for example, ballroom dancing and contact improvisation). And I never deny myself doing anything to give me a chance to learn something new.
I like cooking, though I never follow recipes. It seems to me that the process of cooking is almost a kind of magic!
Well, here is a perfect recipe for the winter weekend... We light a fire in the fireplace, talk a lot about life, enjoying the reflection of the fire on our faces. Cognac? We are dancing to mellow out the tension of the working week, and then… One ingredient seems to be missing… Any ideas??