Candice Bergen | 02/15/2008 7:41 am
Funny. Wise. Deep.
It wasn’t just at 52 that I dreaded dating. It wasn’t even a slight possibility. But, when I started fantasizing about my rheumatologist and asked if he was married, I realized I might have gotten a tad lonely. I thought about the kind of man I’d like to meet.
Kind. Mainly kind. Smart. Engaged. Playful. Funny. Wise. Deep. Curious. Active. Compassionate.
Then I met the man who became my husband. I knew right away. Took his hand the second date without realizing it. Instant trust. Instant attraction. Instant comfort. And a romantic. One of the last.
I love him more nine years later.

























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