Magic City- Magic Man

I can remember vividly standing on the bridge at Wabash and Wacker locking my heart to the city with a little silver padlock that I bought at the Walgreens down the road because I’d come to the conclusion that this City, along with my family and friends, was my true love. I’d decided to stop dating for a while at that point because the dating pool was more of a muddy puddle. I also remember looking around me at the men who passed by and and thinking that if that elusive right guy did exist he was probably in this city... or somewhere nearby. He damn sure wasn't in California. I said a quick, silent prayer for the City to help that right guy find me. Chicago had saved my life a couple years before so I figured it could do it again. That was in 2013. Flash forward 4 years and a couple of  good lessons later and I’m riding shotgun to a Vons parking lot  in Calabasas with my bff to deliver food to her husband and his crew who are working to restore power after some historic wildifires nearly ruined my state. I get out of the car to grab the food bags and her hubby introduces me to his devastatingly handsome coworker. As I shook his hand I remember thinking to myself that his wife was a lucky woman. While still shaking his hand I wondered if he actually was married... couldn't see any evidence on his strong, working man hand. A month later that same handsome man turns out to be the guy my bffs hubby wants to set me up with, so clearly not married.  He walked into the local sports bar to meet us for drinks and my heart skipped a beat or three. I remembered his eyes immediately. I looked into those eyes as he sat next to me at the table and all I could think about was kissing him or holding his hand or slow dancing  like teenagers. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible for as long as possible. It’s been almost a year and I don’t feel any different except maybe I feel it even more, on a deeper level. Chicago conspired with God and my best friends husband to send me the man I’d been waiting for.  A good man, an old school gentleman who loves his mom and treats his ex wife well. A man with Midwest roots and California sunshine in his heart. A man with the most beautiful  eyes and most glorious beard I’ve ever seen. I could gush about him all day but I won’t. I’ll just say if you’re still looking for your magic man, don’t give up. He’s out there, waiting for you to be who YOU need to be. Say your prayers, do your work and maybe make a trip to the bridge at Wabash and Wacker .. bring a padlock if you do.