Heart Matters on Valentine's Day 5

[Guest guest]

" Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom was,

like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I returned

from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

lounge.

" Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

" Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house and

the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back of

the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain and

plants in a tranquil glow.

It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We went

into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one car

from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car. Plush

doesn't begin to describe it.

As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and façade

bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I guessed.

We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When he

stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my phone

number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like to

see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the curtains

to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light. The

Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart was

tremulous with emotions.

I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I don't

know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt again,

but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the strength

and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

longer has anything to do with food.

Francisco

[Guest guest]

" Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom was,

like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I returned

from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

lounge.

" Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

" Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house and

the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back of

the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain and

plants in a tranquil glow.

It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We went

into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one car

from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car. Plush

doesn't begin to describe it.

As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and façade

bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I guessed.

We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When he

stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my phone

number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like to

see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the curtains

to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light. The

Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart was

tremulous with emotions.

I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I don't

know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt again,

but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the strength

and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

longer has anything to do with food.

Francisco

[Guest guest]

Oh My Francisco that was delicious! Here I am sitting at work I

could not stop reading. You need to be a romance writer.

Hope all works out. Keep us informed.

>

>

>

> " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

> asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

was,

> like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

> furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

returned

> from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> lounge.

>

> " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

>

> " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house and

> the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

of

> the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

and

> plants in a tranquil glow.

>

> It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We went

> into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one car

> from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

Plush

> doesn't begin to describe it.

>

> As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

façade

> bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I guessed.

> We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When he

> stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

phone

> number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

> couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

to

> see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

> and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

>

> I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

curtains

> to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light. The

> Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

was

> tremulous with emotions.

>

> I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I don't

> know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

> but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

again,

> but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

> flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the strength

> and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

>

> So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

> the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Francisco

>

[Guest guest]

Oh My Francisco that was delicious! Here I am sitting at work I

could not stop reading. You need to be a romance writer.

Hope all works out. Keep us informed.

>

>

>

> " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

> asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

was,

> like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

> furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

returned

> from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> lounge.

>

> " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

>

> " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house and

> the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

of

> the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

and

> plants in a tranquil glow.

>

> It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We went

> into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one car

> from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

Plush

> doesn't begin to describe it.

>

> As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

façade

> bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I guessed.

> We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When he

> stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

phone

> number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

> couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

to

> see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

> and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

>

> I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

curtains

> to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light. The

> Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

was

> tremulous with emotions.

>

> I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I don't

> know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

> but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

again,

> but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

> flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the strength

> and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

>

> So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

> the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Francisco

>

[Guest guest]

Very wisely and profoundly put! Once again

Francisco, thank you for letting us see your heart! I for one am honored!

At 20:39 02/14/2006, you wrote:

>So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

>remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

>unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

>complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

>without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

>the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

>longer has anything to do with food.

Eleanor Oster

eleanor@... (personal address)

www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm

San , CA

Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003

P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA)

~5'9 " tall

05/09/2003 319 Orientation

07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery

Current 157±2 Goal until plastics?

[Guest guest]

Very wisely and profoundly put! Once again

Francisco, thank you for letting us see your heart! I for one am honored!

At 20:39 02/14/2006, you wrote:

>So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

>remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

>unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

>complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

>without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

>the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

>longer has anything to do with food.

Eleanor Oster

eleanor@... (personal address)

www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm

San , CA

Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003

P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA)

~5'9 " tall

05/09/2003 319 Orientation

07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery

Current 157±2 Goal until plastics?

[Guest guest]

Eleanor:

Thank you for reading with a sympathetic heart.

Francisco

> >So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> >remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> >unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> >complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> >without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

> >the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> >longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Eleanor Oster

> eleanor@... (personal address)

> www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm

> San , CA

> Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003

> P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA)

> ~5'9 " tall

> 05/09/2003 319 Orientation

> 07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery

> Current 157±2 Goal until plastics?

>

[Guest guest]

Eleanor:

Thank you for reading with a sympathetic heart.

Francisco

> >So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> >remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> >unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> >complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> >without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have found

> >the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> >longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Eleanor Oster

> eleanor@... (personal address)

> www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm

> San , CA

> Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003

> P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA)

> ~5'9 " tall

> 05/09/2003 319 Orientation

> 07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery

> Current 157±2 Goal until plastics?

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks !

Maybe I could be a romance writer, but for now, I'm so happy to have

this group here to read with open hearts.

Thanks, and I'll keep you guys updated about the ups and downs of my

romantic life.

I'm just glad that I can ride that roller coaster and not abuse food

in the process.

Francisco

> >

> > " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? "

I

> > asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> > indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

> was,

> > like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail

and

> > furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

> returned

> > from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> > lounge.

> >

> > " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

> >

> > " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> > floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

and

> > the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> > leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> > whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

> of

> > the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

> and

> > plants in a tranquil glow.

> >

> > It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

went

> > into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

car

> > from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

> Plush

> > doesn't begin to describe it.

> >

> > As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

> façade

> > bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

guessed.

> > We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

he

> > stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

> phone

> > number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the

next

> > couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> > today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

> to

> > see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good

night

> > and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

> >

> > I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

> curtains

> > to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

The

> > Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

> was

> > tremulous with emotions.

> >

> > I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

don't

> > know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are

signs,

> > but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

> again,

> > but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> > connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in

my

> > flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> > hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

strength

> > and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

> >

> > So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> > remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> > unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> > complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> > without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

found

> > the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> > longer has anything to do with food.

> >

> > Francisco

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks !

Maybe I could be a romance writer, but for now, I'm so happy to have

this group here to read with open hearts.

Thanks, and I'll keep you guys updated about the ups and downs of my

romantic life.

I'm just glad that I can ride that roller coaster and not abuse food

in the process.

Francisco

> >

> > " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? "

I

> > asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> > indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

> was,

> > like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail

and

> > furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

> returned

> > from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> > lounge.

> >

> > " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

> >

> > " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> > floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

and

> > the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> > leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> > whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

> of

> > the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

> and

> > plants in a tranquil glow.

> >

> > It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

went

> > into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

car

> > from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

> Plush

> > doesn't begin to describe it.

> >

> > As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

> façade

> > bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

guessed.

> > We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

he

> > stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

> phone

> > number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the

next

> > couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> > today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

> to

> > see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good

night

> > and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

> >

> > I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

> curtains

> > to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

The

> > Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

> was

> > tremulous with emotions.

> >

> > I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

don't

> > know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are

signs,

> > but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

> again,

> > but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> > connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in

my

> > flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> > hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

strength

> > and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

> >

> > So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> > remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> > unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> > complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> > without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

found

> > the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> > longer has anything to do with food.

> >

> > Francisco

> >

>

[Guest guest]

wow! Francisco,

I am now so wrapped up in your story of how you met Steve! I love

how you write, you could/should be a writer!! Anyway, no matter the

out come what a beautiful story. Please kep us updated on every

moment lol,, ok well maybe not every moment,but I feel like theres

so much more to tis story and I want to read about it!

Thanks

shell

>

> " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

> asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

was,

> like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

> furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

returned

> from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> lounge.

>

> " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

>

> " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

and

> the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

of

> the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

and

> plants in a tranquil glow.

>

> It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

went

> into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

car

> from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

Plush

> doesn't begin to describe it.

>

> As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

façade

> bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

guessed.

> We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

he

> stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

phone

> number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

> couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

to

> see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

> and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

>

> I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

curtains

> to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

The

> Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

was

> tremulous with emotions.

>

> I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

don't

> know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

> but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

again,

> but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

> flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

strength

> and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

>

> So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

found

> the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Francisco

>

[Guest guest]

wow! Francisco,

I am now so wrapped up in your story of how you met Steve! I love

how you write, you could/should be a writer!! Anyway, no matter the

out come what a beautiful story. Please kep us updated on every

moment lol,, ok well maybe not every moment,but I feel like theres

so much more to tis story and I want to read about it!

Thanks

shell

>

> " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? " I

> asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

was,

> like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail and

> furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

returned

> from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> lounge.

>

> " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

>

> " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

and

> the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

of

> the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

and

> plants in a tranquil glow.

>

> It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

went

> into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

car

> from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

Plush

> doesn't begin to describe it.

>

> As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

façade

> bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

guessed.

> We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

he

> stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

phone

> number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the next

> couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

to

> see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good night

> and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

>

> I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

curtains

> to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

The

> Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

was

> tremulous with emotions.

>

> I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

don't

> know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are signs,

> but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

again,

> but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in my

> flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

strength

> and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

>

> So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

found

> the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> longer has anything to do with food.

>

> Francisco

>

[Guest guest]

Shell:

Thanks for your kind words! And thanks for this group. My heart and

soul are nourished by this community of wonderful people.

Francisco

> >

> > " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? "

I

> > asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> > indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

> was,

> > like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail

and

> > furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

> returned

> > from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> > lounge.

> >

> > " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

> >

> > " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> > floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

> and

> > the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> > leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> > whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

> of

> > the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

> and

> > plants in a tranquil glow.

> >

> > It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

> went

> > into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

> car

> > from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

> Plush

> > doesn't begin to describe it.

> >

> > As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

> façade

> > bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

> guessed.

> > We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

> he

> > stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

> phone

> > number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the

next

> > couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> > today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

> to

> > see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good

night

> > and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

> >

> > I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

> curtains

> > to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

> The

> > Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

> was

> > tremulous with emotions.

> >

> > I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

> don't

> > know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are

signs,

> > but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

> again,

> > but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> > connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in

my

> > flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> > hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

> strength

> > and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

> >

> > So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> > remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> > unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> > complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> > without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

> found

> > the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> > longer has anything to do with food.

> >

> > Francisco

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Shell:

Thanks for your kind words! And thanks for this group. My heart and

soul are nourished by this community of wonderful people.

Francisco

> >

> > " Do you want to take a shower? " Steve said. " What time is it? "

I

> > asked. The sun had long set as we'd been lost in a fog of

> > indeterminate time, unaware of the passing hours. The bathroom

> was,

> > like the rest of the house, simply breath-taking, every detail

and

> > furnishing placed just right with decorative flair. When I

> returned

> > from my shower, all my clothes were lined up neatly on the chaise

> > lounge.

> >

> > " Oh, how sweet of you! Thanks. " I said.

> >

> > " Well, I just didn't want to leave your clothes in a pile on the

> > floor, " Steve answered. " Let me show you the rest of the house

> and

> > the back yard. " The garden was a perfect space of a white deck

> > leading out to a neatly trimmed lawn area. A serenity fountain,

> > whispering the calming sound of trickling water, adorned the back

> of

> > the garden. The strategically placed lights bathed the fountain

> and

> > plants in a tranquil glow.

> >

> > It was time for me to go home, so Steve offered me a ride. We

> went

> > into the garage, and he led me to the Jaguar. I don't know one

> car

> > from another, but just like the house, this was one fancy car.

> Plush

> > doesn't begin to describe it.

> >

> > As we drove through the City, we noticed City Hall's dome and

> façade

> > bathed in red light. " It must be for Valentine's Day, " I

> guessed.

> > We chatted about our connection and how unexpected it was. When

> he

> > stopped in front of my building, he said, " Well, you've got my

> phone

> > number, and I've got yours. I'm going up to my ranch for the

next

> > couple of days, but let's connect later this week. Thank you for

> > today. I really enjoyed your company. " I told him that I'd like

> to

> > see him again. He said, " I'd love that. " He kissed me good

night

> > and waited until I was inside my building before waving good-bye.

> >

> > I greeted my kitty as I entered my apartment. I opened the

> curtains

> > to see the yellow full moon bathing the bay in heavenly light.

> The

> > Bay Bridge was resplendent. Pier 39 was all aglow, and my heart

> was

> > tremulous with emotions.

> >

> > I lit a candle and said a prayer of thanksgiving and hope. I

> don't

> > know where this connection with Steve will lead. There are

signs,

> > but can I divine their meanings? I'm afraid that I'll be hurt

> again,

> > but I must move forward and not let fear hold me back. Will this

> > connection prove to be a seed of hope, or will it be a thorn in

my

> > flesh? I prayed that God make me wise so that I may persistently

> > hold onto what brings joy to my life. And I asked for the

> strength

> > and grace to let go of all that wastes my soul.

> >

> > So Valentine's Day is come and gone yet the questions of my heart

> > remain. Regardless of the outcome, I am living in freedom

> > unencumbered by a suit of fat. That is life in all its wondrous

> > complexity, and I now have the courage to step through my fears

> > without the crutch of abusing food. The fact that I may have

> found

> > the love of my life or another man who will trample my heart no

> > longer has anything to do with food.

> >

> > Francisco

> >

>