The Wanderer's Diary: D2: Auspicious Signs!

Have you seen my wife? Reward offered if you find her!

Day 2 of The Lovesick Wanderer's Diary

As fatigue envelopes me like a blanket into sleep, I struggle to find the resolve to share my second day's adventure. But if I give up so easily, what chance will I have to find her amongst a planet populated with over six billion souls?

Today began much as any other does. I packed fresh clothes and enough provisions to survive a day of hard labor, got on my mountain bike and began the ascent to the top of Point Loma near Cabrillo National Monument. It's a beautiful vantage point overlooking San Diego. On a clear day you can see well into Mexico. I was certain that after reaching the peak of this great mountain (ok, hill, if you must make me an honest man) that I would be able to see her - the woman I'm meant to spend my life with. But she seems to have been blissfully unaware of me. Because even when I squinted, I couldn't see her. And I was really looking. I looked left and right. North and south. Up and down. I even check my pockets to make sure she hadn't slyly put her phone number in my pocket surreptitious while I was looking through the binoculars. Granted, I could probably benefit from stronger binoculars. But I was sure she'd be holding up a sign or something. Doesn't she want to be found?

So, no joy on the morning excursion. I rode to work, did the work thing, rode home, gave some love to Luke (my handsome blue seal point Siamese), helped out the old woman's cat upstairs and then rode downtown for my workout. I kept my eyes WIDE open on the 5-mile ride, but she must have ducked down when she passed me on Harbor Drive. Perhaps she's shyer than I thought. So, I had a nice workout and a nice ride home. Stopped at Trader Joe's on the way back to pick up some supplies and to see if she was waiting inside. She wasn't. At least, if she was, she didn't let on AT ALL!

I looked at a number of different women, many of whom were quite cute. But none dropped any of those telltale signs that there was a bit of chemistry floating through the air. No electric sparks. No lighting in the aisles. Just milk, hummus, yogurt, apples and a few other things. But…

As disheartened as I was by my lack of luck, something magic happened on the way back….

On the ride home, I saw a personalized license plate that read "2 [Heart] Sum 1". It had a heart symbol in place of the word love.

It said "To Love Someone"!

What a wonderful sign!

My heart was glad. I smiled, knowing that my quest was not in vain. This was an auspicious sign if I ever saw one. And then, while having dinner, I watched the bonus material on "The Arctic Tale" DVD, and learned that it took the National Geographic crew 4 years of filming to capture baby walrus for the first time. Now granted, babies are almost always cute. But a baby walrus is born weighing almost as much as a full-grown Rottweiler and they aren't much cuter. So if a camera crew can be passionate enough to freeze their asses off for 4 years at the North Pole to let the world see what baby walruses look like, I can certainly live with a few days without any solid leads on where to find my wife.

I did get 3 responses from my first day's diary. Unfortunately, none of them had any leads for me to follow. At least they weren't any leads I can decipher just yet. One of them sent me a lovely "Dear Wanderer" email with no clues except a lovely photo of her in a bikini. But she said she didn't know where to find her. The other two were similar, but didn't offer anything concrete. But was one of these women actually my wife, while all the time denying it? If so, this is too difficult for a simpleton like me to fathom. Sometimes I need to be struck over the head. I want love to strike me like the banging of a gong. Or not. I'll think a little about the implications of that one…

LATE BREAKING NEWS! While writing up today's diary, I got an email from a woman claiming that she's engaged in the same kind of search for her husband. She claims she met the brother and sister from yesterday. It turns out the teenage boy was pretty cute, so she got his number and might check back with him in the future. She has a nice web page, looks very cute and seems like the kind of woman I'd be interested in. So imagine my frustration when she said she got the teenager's number instead of mine. But she did leave me her email address. Perhaps I should interview her and see if she has any clues to offer me…. I'll report back tomorrow if I learn anything more!

That's all for tonight. I've got to get to bed or I'll be a cranky boy tomorrow. But please keep reading.. come back tomorrow for day 3 of my diary. I know I'm going to need your help to find the woman who haunts my dreams.

The Wanderer

P.S. Check out the photo below of this new mattress, invented so that lovers can fall asleep with their arms around each other without losing all circulation. It has slits all through the mattress so you can tuck your arms (or toes) in. This is such a wonderful idea. How many times have you just wanted to be able to drift into sleep with your arms around the one you love without the pain of having your arm go numb?