Ugh, this has been the story of my life. So often, I have encountered men who were frighteningly perfect for me, and who felt the same way about me, but the timing was so messed up, it just couldn't work. They were moving, they had just broken up with previous partner, they were recovering from divorce or death in the family, they were involved in work or activities that kept them away most of the time, and the list goes on. I've met so many men in my life who would have been wonderful partners. But the old adage truly rings true: timing is everything. And I've come to believe that the concept of serendipity is a myth. It so rarely manifests itself, it's nothing more than a romantic device in some cheap novel ... a cliche, as it were, that really has little basis in reality. It's a nice ideal, though, a pleasant thought. But mostly, great loves that could have been, get bypassed and lost because the timing was so screwed up. Yep. Guess I'm waxing more bitter in my old age. I am twenty-nine, after all. Oy. ;-)