You’re The Lace In My Shoe…
Okay no, no one is the lace in my shoe. Not just anyone would be trusted to keep the shoe securely attached to my foot so that I do not trip and fall on my face. I’m not ready to give anyone that much responsibility over me. Fact is I’m not finding anyone that I’d even call the bubble gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe, which would make them a real annoyance. This whole dating site thing is just not working out so well. In fact it is dead in the water to me. There are plenty of decent guys on the site but none that spark my interest at this point. I’m thinking it is time to just forget looking for Mr. Right, Mr. You’ll Do, and even Mr. Not A Chance In Hell, and just go for being single.
I honestly don’t have a NEED for a man in my life, so maybe that is the issue? I already have everything I need…a home that is pretty awesome, a household full of laughter and love, a good job, well actually 2 good jobs, and freedom to roll through life on my terms. There isn’t anything I really need a man for that I cannot handle with a pack of batteries and catalog purchase from my local Pure Romance representative. I suppose that could come off sounding cynical, but it really isn’t. I’m simply not going to settle just so I can say I have a man in my life.
Being single still has some clear advantages for me.
If I want to go out, I go. If I want to be in my jammies, munching popcorn and sipping a glass of wine at 7pm, I do it. The cat doesn’t care if I snore like a freight train, she thinks it’s purring and snuggles up on the pillow nearby. If I feel like dumping $50 on stickers and washi tape to support my new planner decorating addiction, I won’t have to justify it or ask permission, I will simply do it. When my friend, Mr. Wonderful, calls to see if I want to jump on the back seat of his bike, getting some wind therapy with him, I don’t have to worry about pissing someone off or explaining that he really is just a very good friend. I don’t have to try to fit someone into my already very busy life, or wait for them to squeeze me in to theirs.
If God wants me to spend my remaining life with a man, then He will bring me one when the time is right for both of us. Meanwhile, I think it is time for me to just relish my life as it is and be like Dorothy, not go hunting for something or someone who might be in my own backyard already. Though hopefully he is NOT in the backyard, as that would make him a peeping tom or stalker, and well that is just creepy.