An older man in the tiniest sunglasses I’ve ever seen gave me some of the most positive, reinforcing and unsolicited advice today. I ordered my favorite latte, happy to finally use a coupon for such over-priced espresso, and sat down in the brown cozy leather armchair about a foot away from him. “Sit down, have a rest.” We were just two strangers, who both chose the most comfortable seats available. He made small talk at first, and then somehow dove into a very inspiring conversation about marriage, life and love solely based on surface information. He repeated himself often, which could either be attributed to old age, or to his knowledge of the power that repetition holds. He kept telling me not to over think, not to fear, not to “try so hard, he will come to you.” My future man will find me when I least expect it, and I will know it when I meet him. He told me that you cannot enjoy life if you keep thinking about what happened 12 months ago, or what will happen in another 12 months, but that you must take life day by day. He told me that I have nothing to worry about, that I am an attractive and lean girl, and that those are sought-after traits. Normally it would be creepy for an older man to be telling me something like this, but he had no ulterior motives. In fact, I felt compelled to sit there and listen to this retired psychiatrist tell me the so very obvious clues to life that are the easiest to forget. It was, in my opinion a providential encounter. My former feelings are reaffirmed.