Three Months With Mi Hombre Estrella: Flowers, Fatherhood, and the Kind of Love That Shows Up

For years, I said the same thing on dates, to friends, and occasionally to men who were very clearly not listening.

“If it isn’t Gomez Addams love, it isn’t it.”

I didn’t mean dramatic declarations or obsessive attachment. I meant devotion without domination. Romance without ego. Emotional presence without needing a gold star for basic decency.

I meant a man who shows up, consistently, quietly, without being asked.

And then, three months ago, Mi Hombre Estrella walked into my life carrying flowers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Our First Date: Flowers, Intuition, and an Unexpected Calm

We met at St Albi for our first date..

He arrived holding flowers.

Not the performative kind. Not the “look at me being romantic” kind. Just… flowers. As though this was simply how you show up when you’re interested in a woman.

I clocked it immediately  not because it was extravagant, but because it was intentional.

There was no love bombing. No fast-tracking. No probing questions disguised as curiosity. Just presence. Ease. A conversation that moved naturally, without force or agenda.

I ended the night feeling calm, if you’ve dated after forty, you’ll know is rarer than chemistry.

The Age Difference That Turned Out to Be the Point

Mi Hombre Estrella is 6.5 years younger than me, and I’ll be honest….. I noticed. Society tells us to. Women are trained to interrogate age gaps like they’re moral failures.

But here’s my unfiltered truth: it might be the reason this works.

He was raised a man  in the Me Too generation. A generation of men that didn’t have the luxury of ignoring women’s voices. A generation that learned sometimes clumsily, sometimes imperfectly,  that emotional intelligence is not optional.

He listens without defensiveness.

He doesn’t dismiss feelings as overreactions.

He doesn’t treat emotional availability as a weakness.

After years of dating men my age or and older  who confused emotional distance with maturity, this feels… refreshing. Revolutionary, even.

Meeting His Three-Year-Old Son: The Moment That Changed Everything

Meeting someone’s child is not a small thing. It’s not casual.

When I met his beautiful three-year-old son, something in me softened in a way I didn’t expect.

Mi Hombre Estrella didn’t perform fatherhood,  he lived it. Patient, affectionate, grounded. No ego. No bravado. Just steady presence.

Children don’t respond to words; they respond to safety. And his son feels safe.

Watching him parent told me more about his character than any dating conversation ever could.

The Way He Treats My Daughter: Kindness Without Conditions

There is one non-negotiable in my life: how a man treats my daughter.

Mi Hombre Estrella treats her with kindness and respect, not as an extension of me, not as a prop in our relationship, but as her own whole person.

He listens to her. He shows genuine interest. He doesn’t patronise or overstep.

And then, quietly, without announcement, he showed up to her Christmas concert.

No obligation. No expectation. Just presence.

If you’re a single mother, you’ll understand the gravity of that. Showing up,  especially when no one is watching matters.

Flowers, Every Week (Yes, Really)

I hesitate to write this because it sounds fictional, but it’s true.

Mi Hombre Estrella brings me flowers every week. Not because I asked. Not because it’s “our thing.” Because he likes doing it.

And the reason it matters isn’t the flowers themselves,  it’s the consistency behind them.

Women aren’t asking for grand gestures. We’re asking for reliability. Romance that doesn’t disappear once comfort sets in.

Emotional and Spiritual Presence: The Real Intimacy

This is the part people rarely talk about.

Mi Hombre Estrella shows up emotionally and spiritually.

He listens,  not to fix, but to understand. He holds space without trying to control the outcome. He respects my intuition, my inner world, my rhythms.

There’s no spiritual bypassing. No emotional avoidance dressed up as logic. No fear of depth. Just presence.

And presence, I’ve learned, is the highest form of intimacy.

Holding the Line: Gomez Addams Love or Nothing

For a long time, I refused to compromise.

I said out loud, unapologetically. If it isn’t Gomez Addams love, it isn’t it.

And I was told, more than once, to be realistic. To soften. To adjust my expectations.

I didn’t.

I held the line.

And somehow, quietly, unexpectedly, I manifested Mi Hombre Estrella. A man who adores without consuming. Who supports without controlling. Who loves without fear.

Not perfect. Not scripted. Just real.

Where This Is Heading 

I don’t know if this is my happily ever after, only time will tell. And that doesn’t scare me.

I’m not gripping the future with white knuckles.

I’m not scanning for exits. I’m not bracing for impact. I’m enjoying the moment.

Three months in, I feel calm. Grounded. Seen. I feel hope.

And maybe that’s the point.

For the Women Still Waiting for This Kind of Love

If you’re reading this and wondering whether emotionally intelligent men exist, they do.

If you’ve been told your standards are “too much”  …they aren’t.

If you’ve been encouraged to shrink, settle, or accept less…don’t.

Hold out for the man who brings flowers not because it’s impressive, but because it feels natural.

Hold out for the one who shows up for your children.

Hold out for the one who respects your inner world.

Hold out for Gomez Addams love.

Because sometimes, quietly, gently,  Mi Hombre Estrella finds you. Not with fireworks or fanfare, but with flowers, consistency, and a presence that feels like home