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He Does Not Exist

I’m an optimist when it comes to love. I believe I can have what I want, that I don’t have to settle just because I’m over forty. Now, when I tell married people this, they don’t share my optimism. When I told my friend from Japan that I wanted a man who I could be in a true partnership with, someone who would make me feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world, she looked at me and said, “he does not exist.” In fact, she ends a lot of her sentences with, “he does not exist.” Maybe it’s because I’m a writer but I live in the world of possibilities. I mean, if I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this man, then shouldn’t it be the best man possible?

While I wholeheartedly believe in my cause, it doesn’t hurt to have help. But if you’re going to ask for help, why ask mere mortals when you can ask the marriage gods themselves, right? So this past summer, I went to Japan and along the way, I prayed at five marriage shrines and bought omamori or good luck charms, bringing my grand total to seven!

Now when I told my friend and the other Japanese teachers this, I’m pretty sure they thought I was crazy.

Them:  Oh, but I think the gods will be confused because you went to visit so many shrines.

Me: I don’t think so. In October, the gods go to Izumo for their annual meeting. (The rest of Japan is considered “godless” for that month.) When they meet, they’ll know my name  because I already went to visit them. And they’ll know that I’m serious because I plunked down my yen for each omamori. They’re going to be like, “Wow, we need to form a committee to help this girl.”

And then they just laughed and laughed and laughed. Well, we’ll see whose laughing when he finally finds me. Until then, for those of you who are still optimists in love like me, I’ll show you over the next couple of posts, the love shrines I got to visit.

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