Because when it rains, it pours

After almost a year of self imposed exile, yours truly took tiny trepid steps into the world of single men, romance and all that jazz. What follows is the tale of three charming, eligible bachelors each of whom have captured a part of my heart.

Gentleman One:
Gentleman One and I have been pursuing the same interests for the past 4.5 years without actually having ever met each other. On our first encounter we had each immediately decided that this was not something worth pursuing for our own sensible reasons. However, late night conversations, Jason Mraz melodies, 9 crimes, vodka infused nights and one lingering kiss on the lips changed all of that forever. Gentleman One and I shared the experience of trainwrecks, that one person that we each let into our fortress only to have them violently mess with the tranquility and leave us with crumbled walls and lost hope. Gentleman One and I shared nights of endless conversation reliving our best and worst moments, we spoke for hours about our favourite tunes when really we were speaking about our darkest secrets. We spent hours simply touching, holding hands, gently kissing whilst tv shows, movies, the world went on in the background. We knew this could not extend beyond the small world we had created, a world that was on borrowed time. We could not exist in real life.

Gentleman Two
Gentleman Two and I became close as I was teasing him about chasing the tail of another woman. I could say many words about Gentleman Two, but above and beyond all he is a good man. Good of heart and soul, the type of man that all men strive to be, the type of man that father's pray that their daughters will spend the rest of their lives with, the type of man who has a seat reserved for him at the round table. Gentleman Two worked his way into my heart slowly, his witty remarks (often aimed at me) seemed endearing and no matter what he went out of his way to make sure that I was pleased. Afternoons sharing moist chocolate cake at Secret Recipe, after work runs at the banana fritters store, arguments with the DVD store so that I may enjoy afternoons watching a mother and daughter speak at paces that are humanly impossible. This is the type of man I see marrying. His photograph continues to make my heart flutter.

Gentleman Three
Gentleman Three made me feel as if I was spending afternoons and nights with Chris Gayle (a.k.a the coolest man alive). He reconnected me to my childhood in so many ways and reconnected me to home. His sense of humour, Commonwealthian spunk and quick hands left me gasping for breath from laughter/other emotions that I was experiencing. He made me utter "anytime, anyplace, anyway" under my breath more times than what I was comfortable with. Dancing to sway was one of the most breathtaking moments of my life. Nights spent flirting with this man and the one soulful message he has left will bring a surprising smile to my face in moments of gloom.

And perhaps what is most surprising is that even though each of these men has a piece of my heart, it is the very first time where giving away my heart to someone hasn't caused me any pain. Maybe it is finally time for this fabulous lady to step out there and dip her toes into the water once more.