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Olympic Rings, Whistler Olympic Plaza

Olympic Rings, Whistler Olympic Plaza

I am in the middle of writing a post about how Whistler Mountain kicked my bootie and how I slowly saw my self-confidence take a nose dive, when I received an email from D., the guy I met in Whistler.

I met D through an ad I posted in Craigslist about skiing alone in Whistler and looking for a dinner companion.  Among the crude, rude and just totally inappropriate replies, was D.  He seemed like a normal guy.  I always operate under the assumption that I am not the only good normal person out there that has resorted to craigslist, and I always err on the side of safety.

We exchanged emails leading up to the trip and we met as soon as I got in.  He had arrived the day before.  He is from Montreal, so I was excited to be able to try some French words on him.

We skied together two days and had dinner and breakfast several times.  The other days I had lessons and I also had dinner with other people that I met.

We became friends immediately, conversation flowed easily and we joked and made fun of each other.

There was no romance, especially since he lives in Montreal, and it would be hard to have a relationship.  I am not a casual type of person, not that there is anything wrong with that, but I tend to become emotionally involved too fast, so I know casual is not for me, and I am not about to sign up for another heartache, so we kept everything friendly.

“Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.” ― Elie Wiesel

I consider him a good person and a friend, but expected to exchange emails once in a blue moon, if that, so I was shocked to receive such a nice email from him.  Here are parts of the email he sent me:

“Still thinking about you.

There are few unsaid things that I want to let you know. Like the first night we met, I was pleasantly surprised by how beautiful you look, I imagined you way different but not ugly for sure, just different  :- )

I think that you are an amazing woman who accomplished a lot in life and that you are very fun to be with. You are very curious about a lot of things, very smart and funny. You are very impressive person.
I was a very proud man to be seen with you in public and very touched by your sweetness and personality.”

Perhaps I am just an easy needy person, who I like to believe I am not, but I have to say his words made me happy, specially the part about being proud to be seeing in public with me.  Chances are we will not see each other again, but hearing kind words is always uplifting and puts an extra spring in my step.

I feel ambivalent about this post now, like who do I think I am? and why do I care about words? oh well, I am only human! That is my excuse and I am sticking to it!!

Stay tuned for the post about my ego’s nose dive.  It is all about balance after all. I was too full of myself and had to be put in my place.

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” ― Anaïs Nin