I didn’t expect to meet this man. Like courting and foreplay, I thought my love life was dead, flapping around on concrete, gasping for one last breathe like a fish out of water. But the Universe had something else in store. The Universe plugged in and gelled a defibrillator. With one unexpected current, it resurrected lost hopes, mended a broken heart, and revived my innocent idealism.
And that’s when I met a man on the train.
His kisses make my pepa™ wet. His eyes crinkle when he smiles wide, exposing the small gap in between his front teeth. His sweet nothings sweeten me up, like the three tablespoons of brown sugar I add to my cafe negro.
But you too can meet a man on the train, or a bus, or a grocery store, or a club. No matter what the location I guarantee someone will also make your pepa ™wet with just once glance. How? Be clear in your intentions and desires. Whether by creating a vision board, writing a list, or penning a poem, paint the picture of your man on the train. Then believe. Know that a healthy, loving, committed relationship is certain. Believe and watch the Universe work its magic.