‘You’ll meet your soulmate in the next 8-12 weeks and he will be vaguely familiar. The name Marc is important’
It had been a good day so far. I’d found a cheaper version of my usual retinol and glycolic acid in Sephora. I’d started a new audiobook that had been recommended to me by numerous friends enough times for me to decide the universe wanted me to hear it. I walked around the Jardin du Luxembourg as I listened and resonated with so much Rick Rubin had to say about creativity. The light was soft and easy on the eyes, the weather not too warm or cold. Life felt abundant.
I was supposed to meet him last week. Marc that is. We’d matched on Hinge before I flew back to the UK and kept in touch. He had to cancel our original date as he’d forgotten about a music festival he’d got tickets for. Tonight was our rearranged rendezvous. In typical French style he’d sent me a few places to choose from. I chose the bar I already knew and liked. I wasn’t excited at all. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t even planning to wash my hair for the event. Yes, I found him attractive but the main reason I was going on this date was because his name was Marc.
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