Dating a hermit

03-Dec-2014 12:26

Now, I don’t agree in settling one bit, so surely, 52 men would be enough to find the one?!

As luck would have it, (aptly named Mr Toronto as he flew from Canada for a date) was the one. Get out there, meet as many people as you can and one day, that soulmate will pop into your life and change it for the better, forever.

Now it’s time for that VERY important four letter word – VISA.

For decades, went the story, books, candy and propane tanks had gone missing from a small community called Pine Tree on North Pond in central Maine. The stories multiplied: it was a stranger, a phantom, a ghost… It seemed we were in for an adventure story, a real-life Hardy Boys: man rejects society, man is lured back into society and, in the end, we all learn a lesson about human nature and self-reliance. Despite heady preconceptions of Hemingway and Kipling and all the other great white male adventurers, the writer could see that the hermit’s tale was one of these man-conquers-wilderness stories only insofar as it included both a man and some woods. Surely, ‘There must have been some grand insight,’ something – enlightenment, tranquility, even a poem – ‘revealed to him in the wild.’ But what? The results were discouraging: a stock photo on the first page was named, tellingly: ‘Sad Lonely Woman Walking Alone Into the Woods’.

One night, while stealing food from a kitchen, he was caught out by a motion-detector linked to an alarm. A few months after the arrest, magazine sent the writer Michael Finkel to meet the hermit. I lived in a city, after all; the whole endeavour seemed difficult, even suicidal.

So, I embarked on 52 First Dates; a quest to go on one date per week for a year maximum until I found the one. I mean, how can you expect to meet your soulmate if you only go on a few dates every year?

You have to either be extremely lucky, happy with staying single, or – in the worst scenario – you have to settle.

Diana Kirschner, has produced a new series of relationship ... For anyone’s whose even remotely followed 52 First Dates, you’ll know that I was a perpetual hermit who, upon moving into my 30s, decided to start looking for a husband.

For as long as I can remember, it's when I'm alone that I'm at my happiest. Hermit is the dating site for those of us who really can't stand being around ... I’d sat back for so many years thinking ‘they’ll come along when I least expect it‘.If I were in an old-timey movie, I'd be that hermit off in a ... Of course, that is a complete lie, and after a decade of singledom, I decided that enough was enough.This was a place surrounded by wilderness; in the winter, it was a wilderness buried in snow. Instead, the Maine hermit’s story resembled something far older: a fairy tale. A few other hits explained that women, if we’re sane, simply couldn’t go hiking alone; it wasn’t safe. I was reminded of the medieval anchoress, of Virgil’s wandering sibyl; she who, ‘with raging mouth’, wrote Heraclitus, ‘utter[s] things solemn, rude, and unadorned’. A profile, titled ‘The Strange and Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit’, ensued. thought about him often, the Maine hermit, after I read this profile, and I sat and wondered about the speed with which I was whirring through my own ordinary life. The winters are cold in Maine, and his shelter was only a tent. I too found it hard to take ‘no motivation’ for an answer. One night, I searched ‘woman alone in the woods’ online, just for kicks.We’re now coming up on our two year anniversary and I have news – we’re getting hitched!! Can you believe that it’s been 15 months since I went on and met Mr Toronto?

For as long as I can remember, it's when I'm alone that I'm at my happiest. Hermit is the dating site for those of us who really can't stand being around ... I’d sat back for so many years thinking ‘they’ll come along when I least expect it‘.

If I were in an old-timey movie, I'd be that hermit off in a ... Of course, that is a complete lie, and after a decade of singledom, I decided that enough was enough.

This was a place surrounded by wilderness; in the winter, it was a wilderness buried in snow. Instead, the Maine hermit’s story resembled something far older: a fairy tale. A few other hits explained that women, if we’re sane, simply couldn’t go hiking alone; it wasn’t safe. I was reminded of the medieval anchoress, of Virgil’s wandering sibyl; she who, ‘with raging mouth’, wrote Heraclitus, ‘utter[s] things solemn, rude, and unadorned’.

A profile, titled ‘The Strange and Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit’, ensued. thought about him often, the Maine hermit, after I read this profile, and I sat and wondered about the speed with which I was whirring through my own ordinary life. The winters are cold in Maine, and his shelter was only a tent. I too found it hard to take ‘no motivation’ for an answer. One night, I searched ‘woman alone in the woods’ online, just for kicks.

We’re now coming up on our two year anniversary and I have news – we’re getting hitched!! Can you believe that it’s been 15 months since I went on and met Mr Toronto?

Next May, 2014, my 52 First Dates saga will come to the ultimate end – marriage. I can’t quite believe it myself, time seems to have flown past.