Last night I went shopping with a friend of mine and her two daughters. C is eight and H is ten. In the middle of our shopping trip, C offers me a [make-believe] gift:
C: I will grant you one wish.
Me: hmmm…well then I wish for a husband.
C: [thinks for a minute] I don’t know if I can do that one…
H: [in a “duh” tone] Why don’t you just go out and find one?
Oh H, if it were only that easy. With my commitment fears and extreme picky-ness in the “requirements of a future spouse” department, it’s going to be a while I fear. Or perhaps I’ll be one of those girls who meets a guy and instantly “knows” he’s “the one”.
That’s what my friends say anyway. They tell me when I meet the right one, my “soul mate” all my commitment fears will POOF! disappear and I’ll be begging him to pop the question. I hope so.
Until then I remain hopefully single. Left to resort to day dreaming about my future Mister. Making up his characteristics [tall, dark hair, funny, rugged, strong but with a gentle side]. *sigh*.
I’m not picky per se, I just refuse to settle for anyone less than my “created just for me soul mate” and I know he’s out there. Somewhere. Perhaps he lives right down the road from me. Perhaps he lives in Germany and we will meet in approximately three weeks. Perhaps he lives in another state but will be moving to the Columbus area soon. Perhaps he right under my nose and I just haven’t noticed yet [though I honestly don’t know any single guys, that I would consider dating that is. There are a plethora of single guys in my area, just none that qualify].
Only God knows this answer and when He decides I’m ready, really ready, He will send him to me [not like send him in the mail or anything, though that would be funny. Or if he was a UPS guy and he delivered something to me. That would be very funny!]. I believe that, I know that deep in my heart and it’s because of that belief, that I feel a sense of peace about the whole thing. I’m not scared of being alone forever, I’m not scared the opportunity will “pass me by”. I know when it’s the right time, God’s time, I will meet him and we will fall in love and live happily ever after and have beautiful babies [three or four is a good number] and live in a cute little house with a cute little dog. *sigh* I just hope God does all this before I’m, eh, too old to have babies! *gulp*.
But until then I will gladly take suggestions in the “future husband department”. If you know any men who are tall, funny, rugged, manly, love Jesus with all his heart, mind, body and soul, and love kids, send him my way. If anything I’ll get a free meal and maybe a movie out of it. It’s a win-win-win situation.
P.S. If you need a visual idea of what I’m looking for, please resort to the photographs below.
I also have a thing for Jack Black.