I’m starting to believe that “dating” is a dirty word, something sinister and beguiling. The dating ritual always seems to start off amazing—then the inevitable happens…nothing.
I think I’m just sick of me and ALL of my single female friends singing the same ole song: Boy Meets Girl. Boy pretends to be _____________ (insert applicable characteristic) in order to impress Girl. Girl gets swept up in the moment. Boy reveals true self, Girl is horrified. Girl is back at square one.
I don’t want to date anymore. I want to get married and just deal with the foolishness of one man for the rest of my life. In this case, familiarity will not breed contempt. So, I wait…I’ll have fun in the interim “interviewing” the various prospects that come my way; I’ll just live life in the moment, not really thinking too hard about what the future may hold. I’ll be my fabulous self until God places the right one beside me. No doubt I’ll know him when I see him. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve already met him but it wasn’t the right time (well, I know I’ve met my soul mate along the way even if that person doesn’t end up being my husband to be). But we never know what tomorrow may bring.
Side note: What’s hilarious is that there are at least three guys who are probably assuming that I am referring to them in this blog entry…My life is truly a soap opera—dramatic and entertaining.