I am a bachelor, 45 years old, living in London. I was once married to a strikingly beautiful lady for fifteen years. I call her a lady because she genuinely looked the partalways graceful and immaculate in her appearance.
Her manicure was always flawless, she carried the scent of English bluebells, and her skin shone with health. Her figure was simply splendidtruly perfect. She appeared far younger than her real age, and there was a hint of refinement in everything she did. Her fashion sense was impeccablealways dressed with sophistication and taste. Even her walk was captivating; the gentle, elegant sway of her hips is unforgettable to me.
Whats the point of recounting all this? During those years, I became accustomed to women of this calibreproud, aristocratic lionesses. Thats just it. Our personalities were too different, and we eventually parted ways. Its just one of those things; sometimes it happens. Since the divorce, I havent had any serious relationships. Ive spent nights with women in hotels or rented flats, simply for company and for my wellbeing, as the English say. I avoided commitment, fearing that after all those years, nothing would truly work out.
But life has its curious ways, doesnt it? Out of nowhere, it decided to surprise me. My gift came in the form of Charlotte. I wasnt thinking about starting anything new, yet there she wasI met her at an art exhibition in Chelsea. She didnt mirror the perfection of my former wife, but she had her own fascinating appeal. There was something refined about Charlotte, blended with a witty and intellectual charm. She captivated with both her looks and her sharp mind. Honestly, I find a clever woman to be the height of attractiveness.
We spent a few months going out together. Usually, she would visit my place. Then, we agreed to meet at her home. I took my time over preparationsbought her favourite calla lilies, a fine bottle of English white wine, some candles. When I arrived, her flat was beautifully styled, every detail tastefully arranged. Soon after, I needed to use the bathroom.
But what I found there astonished me. Rather than shelves brimming with lotions, creams, shampoos, and perfumes, there were only a cheap shower gel and some basic shampoo. That was all. It struck me that such a woman didnt treat herself kindly. In my view, a woman who invests in herself, who cares for her own wellbeing, demonstrates self-love.
Thats the kind of woman who draws attention. Charlotte, though lovely, didnt possess this quality. That moment, I realised she wasnt what I was seeking. I simply left. Now, I understandits highly unlikely Ill find someone of the same proud, aristocratic spirit as my ex-wife. If thats the case, Id rather remain single. Its just the way things are. So be it.
