I often hated the character of ‘Mr. Big’ in the Sex and The City series. I wondered why Carry kept going back to him, comparing every man she ever met to him...‘Mr. Big.’ Although, I thought him a royal ass-hole and a self centered jerk, I think I understand her draw to him. He was a man. He made decisions, he lead, he carried himself with maturity, and he took charge and wasn’t threatened by her strength.
Last night I had dinner with a dear friend of mine who is a bit older than me. We talked for three and a half hours and he asked me pointed questions digging to the heart of what I want in the world. He encouraged me and challenged me to jump, to risk, to believe that the fullest extent of life and love is worth grasping for. He pointed out things he sees in me that stand in my way, fears and doubts. I asked him questions too and he answered with surprising candor. I loved hearing from a man who knows what he wants in life and isn’t afraid to get it. There is something about his humble strength that puts me at ease and gives me the confidence to live fully.
Guy after guy, as much as I have adored aspects of their character, not one has held my respect like this man. I might have to wait for one such as this, and that I am willing to do... wait.