Several years ago I decided to work with a life coach to help me in the one area of my life that really wasn’t working at the time: relationships. Never having worked with a life coach before I wasn’t sure what to expect. My coach started me out with a simple theory, assuming there are about 4 million people living in the U.S. and we can guess that half of them are male, out of the 2 million available men (theoretically) it shouldn’t be that difficult to find one. He taught me positive affirmations to use and encourage me to use the internet to make new friends.
Not being an EHarmony type of girl, I followed his suggestions and posted a profile on JDate, not that I’m Jewish but I figured that would be a safe place to start and with the screen name of “SexyShiksa” I was off into the world of internet dating.
I did well for a gentile and met a few very nice men some I’m still friends with, but there was one special Jewie in London where there seemed to be a real connection. Mr. London moved to Africa for work and a short time later ran into all sorts of drama, apparently was ambushed and rushed to the hospital. I suffered with the news but also started thinking something wasn’t right. Then I received a call from a supposed doctor asking for money to cover the cost of the operation Mr. London needed in order to save his life. Aha, can you say scammer? Well I did, never sent a dime and ended that association immediately.
Fast forward 2 years later when I receive an IM from guess whom? Mr. London!
Not believing any stories now yet we still got to talk. Turns out that his story was true- you can see a difference in the photos that he’d been through something intense. I’m not a grudge holder nor am I interested in dating him now and so we agreed to be friends, but not before hearing how hurt he was by my calling him a scammer and my explaining what was I suppose to think and he saying it had taken him 2 years to get over me. As I listened, I thought “oh, whatever” and also “yada, yada, yada” but actually for a “pseudo-scammer” he did remember many details about me and my life, hhhmmm. The following day I found a huge box on my desk at work with a big teddy bear and chocolates inside and a note saying “I’m sorry.” A surprise action I never would have expected from someone who I never met, who I abandoned in a time of need, who I insulted greatly and well basically cut out of my life.
Some people who have heard the story still find it fishy and they may be right but for right now, for me, that teddy bear signifies an exchange of energy from the past that today opens the door to having a possible friend or at least knowing that a guy, who I thought wasn't a good guy, turned out to be this guy. And he’s not the only one.
I know lots of “good guys” I mean really good people, they are out there ladies, it just takes looking with an open heart and mind.
If you work on yourself to be that good person, the universe, through the law of attraction, will bring them (back) to you.
