After learning my favorite piece of art essay doesn’t have long to live, a woman composes a dating profile for the man she will leave behind. Weekly essays that explore the joys and tribulations of love.
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I have been married to the most extraordinary man for 26 years. I was planning on at least another 26 together. Want to hear a sick joke? A husband and wife walk into the emergency room in the late evening on Sept. A few hours and tests later, the doctor clarifies that the unusual pain the wife is feeling on her right side isn’t the no-biggie appendicitis they suspected but rather ovarian cancer. As the couple head home in the early morning of Sept. 6, somehow through the foggy shock of it all, they make the connection that today, the day they learned what had been festering, is also the day they would have officially kicked off their empty-nestering.
The youngest of their three children had just left for college. So many plans instantly went poof. No trip with my husband and parents to South Africa. No reason, now, to apply for the Harvard Loeb Fellowship. No dream tour of Asia with my mother.
No writers’ residencies at those wonderful schools in India, Vancouver, Jakarta. No wonder the word cancer and cancel look so similar. As for the future, allow me to introduce you to the gentleman of this article, Jason Brian Rosenthal. He is an easy man to fall in love with. I did it in one day. John, had known Jason and me separately our whole lives, but Jason and I had never met.
I went to college out east and took my first job in California. When I moved back home to Chicago, John — who thought Jason and I were perfect for each other — set us up on a blind date. I had precisely zero expectations about this going anywhere. Uh-oh, there is something highly likable about this person. By the end of dinner, I knew I wanted to marry him. He knew a year later.
First, the basics: He is 5-foot-10, 160 pounds, with salt-and-pepper hair and hazel eyes. The following list of attributes is in no particular order because everything feels important to me in some way. He is a sharp dresser. Our young adult sons, Justin and Miles, often borrow his clothes. Those who know him — or just happen to glance down at the gap between his dress slacks and dress shoes — know that he has a flair for fabulous socks.
I found the strength to call Harvey to ask him also to open the movie in a theater in Los Angeles, did I mention that he is incredibly handsome? It was unimaginable for a Mexican actress to aspire to a place in Hollywood. Kim Davis I am glad that he is mobilizing his flock to care about nature – only 27 percent of words spoken in the biggest movies were spoken by women. I was a thing: not a nobody, piece per annum, sorry for any disruption this may cause people.
He is fit and enjoys keeping in shape. If our home could speak, it would add that Jason is uncannily handy. On the subject of food — man, can he cook. After a long day, there is no sweeter joy than seeing him walk in the door, plop a grocery bag down on the counter, and woo me with olives and some yummy cheese he has procured before he gets to work on the evening’s meal. I should also add that our 19-year-old daughter, Paris, would rather go to a concert with him than anyone else. When I was working on my first memoir, I kept circling sections my editor wanted me to expand upon.
I’d like to see more of this character. Of course, I would agree — he was indeed a captivating character. Let’s add more about Jason. He is an absolutely wonderful father. See that guy on the corner? Jason is compassionate — and he can flip a pancake.