I’m Such a Romantic

Every once in a while, I go through a period where I just don’t want to be single anymore.

WARNING: Yes, I am going to talk about my love life…or lack thereof. Feel free to mosey on to someone else’s blog if you don’t want to read any further. I don’t mind. There’s probably a lot of entries far more worth reading than this one.

When I was growing up, I had this dream guy. He was tall, well-built, and had an incredible smile. It’s funny, but I could never see the rest of his face. I couldn’t see his eyes, or what color hair he had, or anything else – just that smile. I still have a dream man. Certain things have changed in what I see as someone I could spend my life with, however.

The thing is, I’m almost 30 years old. Yeah, it’s hard for me to believe, too. It’s also hard when family and well-meaning friends ask me if there’s a special someone in my life – and they don’t mean Christ. Certain holidays come and go, friends marry, then they have babies. Time is rushing by.

I’ve always been a traditionalist when it comes to guy/girl stuff. My older sister and other girls I’ve known have told me that it just isn’t like that anymore. No one so much as blinks when a girl asks a guy out. I prefer to wait for the guy to make the first move. My sister tells me that I could wait forever if I handled it that way.

Well, I tried it. I scared him off. He’s now married with kids, and I hope he’s very happy.

The next time, I made it obvious I liked him without outright telling him. He figured it out real quick, but was nice enough to ignore my foolishness. When we finally did talk about it, we parted as friends who would never be anything more to each other. He’s also married now. I hope he’s happy, too.

I’m afraid of doing that again. I’m also afraid of just being a good friend, a “buddy”, and nothing more.

My mother recently talked about a Purity conference she and my brother went to last year. The speaker pointed out that in Proverbs 31, it says that the woman did her husband good all the days of her life. That means even before she met him, she was doing him good by preparing her heart and her life to be his. That really struck me. Here I was focusing on my dream man and all the he was supposed to be for me when instead I should be focusing on myself and all that I’m supposed to be for him.

Wait for it.

Here it is.

You ready?

*smacks self on forehead* “DUH!”

I shouldn’t be worried about it. God’s got it covered. He’s shaping me even as I write this. There’s someone out there for me, but God is the one to bring us together, not me.

I still have my moments, like now. I really want someone to hold and to hold me. One day I will, but until then there’s my teddy bear, Tufty.

We’ve been through a lot together, Tufty and I.

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