Feminine Vulnerability - Cry To Me

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She showed up in tears to a first date.  9:30 am at a coffee Shop in Boca Raton.

I think she was aware that I had driven up from Miami or she would have otherwise cancelled.

She apologized and explained that the husband with who she had been separate while he maintained a girlfriend for the last two years, had finally moved out and that the four and five year old girls were experiencing anxiety in different ways.    And this morning it had been the four year old's screams and tears and mom's tears at the early childhood development center drop off.

But mom is an Ivy League MBA with a startup in the middle of a round of venture capital and torn between professional obligations and emotions that as a child refugee of a regime that killed half of her family (they were in the military) ill equipped to predict what her child would feel and frozen with empty arms and eyes full of tears as the school teachers pulled the child from her.

She had me at the first wipe of her eyes and tremble in her voice.  I don't think she will ever understand, especially if presented by a guy like me who refuses to watch Hallmark Movies, how I will never forget her face and if she'd asked me to walk through a fire and go get her girls I'd have been right for it.

But since she was trying to smile through her tears, the only advice that I had for her, was that for the conceivable future, she might give up wearing mascara.

She's not really at a time and place - really its the time she doesn't have to start a relationship, but I texted her later that contrary to what her friends might tell her, the kind of guy that would always consider her 4 and 5 year old daughters is precisely the sort of man, whose heart she could ache with the feminine vulnerability she demonstrated at a coffee shop in Boca.   

I just hope if mom in Boca ever feels like cryin, she cries to me.




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