The Energy of Love

Meirav Rosenberg
Dec 16, 2022
4 min read

Updated: May 31

When I was younger, I had a friend who used to call me “the relationship guru.” It always made me laugh.

I guess the truth is, I never really closed my heart (even through pain) to that energy — the energy of love.

You’d be surprised how many people do shut their hearts when love hurts — when it disappoints, breaks, or wounds.

Now, I’m not here to discuss the quality of all my relationships — because let’s face it, it takes two to tango —but if we look at my relationship timeline, it’s true: I’ve spent most of my life in relationships.

It started at age 15 until 17.5 — my first love (with some breaks, I was very young).

Then a short single phase — filled with dates, sex, many lessons, and big insights.

And then in the army — a deep love from age 19 to 22.

Another short stretch of dating, flings (yes, that’s sex with a bit more consistency — for those wondering), more lessons,

and then I met my ex-husband at 23.5 — a relationship that lasted 14 years.

We met at a coffee shop. I was the barista. He was a customer.

It was 2006. No dating apps yet. Facebook was just starting, Google was in diapers.

There were some random chatrooms if I remember right…

Anyway, all my partners before 2006 — I met organically.

Then came my divorce — June 2020.

Yes, during COVID. During lockdowns.

And I gave myself a few solid months (after being separated since August 2019)

to recalibrate and decide that I wanted to find love again.

A new world. A new era. A complete navigation reset.

But here’s the truth: I was lucky.

Because I had the tools to ask the big question:

"Where will my next love come from?"

"My next relationship?"

And no — I wasn’t looking to get married again. Definitely not for more kids.

(And for anyone who just thought “Well, that makes it easier” — trust me, it doesn’t.)

The tools I did have:

My heart stayed open — and that’s everything when it comes to calling in love.
I’m a digital marketing expert — I know how to market brands and people.
I know how unique I am — and I never forgot that.
I’m not afraid of trial and error. (I’m cautious where needed — very cautious — but not afraid.)

What I didn’t have:

Clarity on what I actually wanted.
And the courage to ask for it.

What I didn’t carry (and that I hear ALL the time):

“Love is painful.”
“Love equals suffering.”
“Real love doesn’t exist.”
“Apps are garbage, everyone there is the same.”(Um… I was on there, so clearly not everyone.)
“The singles/divorcee scene is a disaster.”

And trust me, I’ve heard so many more limiting beliefs — none of which helped my optimism.

But mine never disappeared. I still believed I would find my one.

I just needed the one I had asked for.

And oh, how I asked.

I wrote four full pages about him.

It was like a seminar paper: deep research, cross-referencing my desires, listing all I wanted, and even flipping what I didn’t want into a positive mirror.

Let’s just say: I wasn’t afraid of hard work, of mistakes, of lessons.

And sometimes I even realized — I was the lesson for the guy sitting across from me.

I had something to offer.

And I’m pretty sure it helped him — in life, and likely in his next relationship.

I went on about 60 dates before I found the one.

Even I don’t understand where I got the patience.

But I had people to talk to, friends to share with —and above all, I had a deep belief that this was my time.

That I deserved this.

That I was so worthy of a great love in this lifetime.

I could feel it.

And then — it came.

In the place everyone said only trash lives…Yes, on an app.

Because out of all those men I met — not a single one was “trash.”

Some didn’t fit me. Some, I didn’t fit them.

But on that one app — I found my one.

I knew how to use my tools:

To believe — and to open my heart.
To market — elementary! Crafting a clear message (the "Me") with photos I loved and a short, real bio.
Targeted reach — after precise filtering, of course.

I still know how special I am — and that truth came with me to every single date.

It also took work — personal work.

And yes, for the skeptics out there, I was 50 pounds overweight at the time.

I wasn’t afraid to check for compatibility.

And I asked for everything I wanted — which meant some dates needed more than one round.

And that’s how I found Tomer (January 2021).

A wonderful pediatrician (I asked for someone who loves what he does).

Lives close by (yep, I asked for that too).

Generous, kind, opens my car door every time.

Loves wine (our first date was at Amphora winery),

loves good food (my profile literally said I’m the best food orderer I know),

and yes — I wanted a man who sends flowers.