Sep 04, 2013 - 6:14 pm
2 and a half years ago I met a young woman in Santa Monica. I was wounded from a bad marriage and a bitter divorce and afraid of commitment. Over time we grew closer together, appreciated each other's values and qualities that are about the fundamentals: love, keep yourself attractive by always looking good, do admirable things for each other and others. We have been living together for a while, created a beautiful home and great careers.
We both came from messed up families, but unlike a lot of people who tend to repeat their parents mistakes, we committed to build a loving relationship even though we couldn't be more different: she is black I'm white, quite an age difference, she is an American city girl, I'm an Easter European village boy, she is an executive for the Muscular Dystrophy Association and I'm a dentist.
We both love to cook ( I'm better, she says she is), gardening, music. I love the way she dresses and the way she moves, her voice. I stil can't take my eyes off her, she is convinced I'm crazy. She loves my family, because she hasn't got one.
The hardest days off my life were after my diagnosis and before I talked to her. She showed me that I can count on her in everything and she will be strong for both of us and things will be all right. And all this I have no doubt about.
It's gonna be a small ceremony: in our backyard under a tent that I'll build and decorate. Only 12 people. Menu: Hungarian chicken soup with home made pasta, salmon with steamed veggies and saffron rise, orange chocolate cake (whatever that is), toaste with 1993 Tokaji Asszu dessert wine that I have been saving for a special day for 20 years and now I've got it.
Our song goes like this: "This may not be the right time, I may not be the right one, but there is something about us..." by Daft Punk: Something about us. Please look it up on Youtube, it's good.