There is much I need to document here about what is going on with the Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome that is wrecking my life, physically and psychologically. No one has helped me find a fix, but I am still working on it. I will get to that at some point.
What is making it all bearable (as a result of a very recent synchronicity) is a man I met unexpectedly because of some kind of glitch with match.com. Both of us had been members in the past but are no longer.
Out of boredom and curiosity, I recently joined Zoosk, which is a dating app (I didn’t want to date; just wanted to see what is out there) for educated elders. It must be associated somehow with match.com, because I got an email from match.com telling me that they have a match for me in Longmeadow, which is the next town. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the link. Unbeknownst to me, the link took me to a different profile — one that caught my interest because he plays the djembe and is a Buddhist. So, for the hell of it, I sent him a brief reply, saying I also play the djembe.
Since he is no longer on match.com, he was surprised that his profile was still out there. Being tech savvy, he somehow managed to find out who I am. (I never use my regular email or name for stuff like that.) He sent an email to my regular email address and used my actual name. He said he wanted to check and see if it is really me or someone trying to mess with him. He gave me his name and a copy of a document to prove he is who he says he is. Of course, I Googled him and found him on FaceBook and Linkedin.
Many emails later, discovering that we were born a day apart (same year) and have so much in common it’s spooky, we decided to meet face-to-face, which we did yesterday. He lives an hour away, not in the next town.
At 82, we both have been presented with a chance to find some kind of intimacy again, a chance to have a best friend as a partner and to share the good things that we are still capable of sharing.
It continues to be mystical and magical and it all takes my mind off my troubles, which of late have included two ambulance rides to the ER with unstoppable blood rushing from my nose and a blood pressure so high it didn’t register. Sleep deprivation wreaks havoc on the body’s functions. I am working on getting my blood pressure under control.
At the age of 82, we both have our health issues and complicated histories. But we are Pisces. We are Water. We Flow.