At the end of my (red) string

Chinese Proverb:

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.


This morning, while I was in the shower, which is where I do my best thinking, my mind wandered over to contemplations of the red thread theory – the Asian legend that the gods tie an invisible red string around the pinky (or ankles) of those that are destined to meet each.

Such a beautiful concept and imagery – two bodies, gently bound by a red thread, knotted and tangled as they weave their way through the world.

Last week, within a matter of days, I received three confessions from men who admitted to some form of attraction towards me.  The first, who is unavailable, has discovered some unresolved sentimentalities from a long-crumbled relationship. The second man, a customer of mine, admitted that he’s been attracted to me since 2008 and just now got the courage to tell me so.  Attracted to me physically, mind you; he knows nothing of me as a person.  The third, a co-worker going through a divorce (and substantially lubricated), admitted that he’s desired me since the very beginning – nine years ago.  I like and respect this man, though we have nothing in common, and am not entirely opposed to what he was suggesting.  However, by morning and with a clearer head, he could only sheepishly look me in the eye as he remembered what he professed the hazy night before.

Last week, they were coming out of the woodwork.  It’s not a dearth of men that fetters my romance, it’s my challenge of finding the man at the end of my string.


3 thoughts on “At the end of my (red) string

  1. That is a lovely notion …

    The 3 men … tis flattering (if not take too far or inappropriately) … but circumstances for each seem … less than ideal? (Does not wish to offend … and hopes I am not.)

    Nevertheless, if the string theory holds, then you must let it unwind naturally *smiles* … tugging at it would tighten the knots …. nod nods.

    (Ok….I was trying to sound clever and sage … in reality, I wonder if I have a string.)


      • nods…tis true. I try not to confuse “ideal” for “perfect” by the way … as we all know, perfect is not possible (or if it were, they would sure as hell not be with me … that would make them imperfect!) … but ideal is like… just right for me *smiles*

        Maybe that is the best to shoot for. Just right for me…nod nods.


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