I met him while in a place of Complete peace and calm....I’d never experienced this place before.   no traffic, phones, tv, children or husband needing me.....this place was thousands of miles away from anyone..or anywhere....this place felt good, it felt like home....the man who ran this place felt good and right....I could not eat because I felt whole!  Complete.  He was a rugged man with a voice deep and thoughtful.  He was protective because I was from a land far, far away...known only by the news and rag magazines.   He made sure I was safe....he was generous... making sure I had food and drink....he did not know the effect he had on me....he was doing what he does....taking care of a client...but I was not an ordinary client....I was a woman longing for what I found in this place far, far away....I was a woman who was happy and content until I realized this part of me was missing...and I saw it...felt it....and was complete. He made it easy for me to grasp...to feel it and know it........so I ask...is it the man?  or is it the place?  that makes me “complete“.