So, as Charlotte York (Kristin Davis's character on Sex and the City) once famously quipped, "Where IS he? My hair hurts..."
As a single gal myself, I have to agree that I'm tired of it all. I don't want to make small talk, endure that awkward "getting to know you" phase, wonder what he's thinking of me...anymore. I don't want to have to brush off suitors with whom I don't feel any chemistry, I don't want to negotiate religious perspectives, and I don't want to be the only one who's making an effort.
I am ready for THE guy. The one who will know all my stories and not be bored of them. The one with whom I can share inside jokes. The one who understands my foibles and how to deal with me. I want the comfort of a man who "gets" me, with whom there is rhythm and stability and future.
Don't get me wrong. It's great to be single, to be able to pick up and go at a moment's notice if I want, to make my own decisions and purchases. Susan and I are a good team, and I'm not wanting for companionship, but in the wee hours of the morning there's something to be said for that dream of "happily ever after." I've had several dates recently, so it's not like I'm wallowing in loneliness. I actually am happy with the results I've gotten from eHarmony. But I just want to cut to the chase already.
Did I jinx it by wearing the wedding dress too soon? I've been told that as a first grader I drew an elaborate photo of Dan Reichard and me on our future wedding day. Like most little girls, I expected to be a bride! Now, before you start scolding me for dreaming of the white dress and the cake and the flowers, let me clarify. Lord knows I love a party, and naturally planning a wedding would be tres exciting for me, but it's not the center of my heart's desire.
So I'll keep dating, and keep hoping. I'm content with my life, but I'm ready. Beth I want what I saw in church on Sunday. An elderly couple came to the communion rail. Both were frail and fragile, but the husband was particularly tottery. He wore dark glasses indicating severe vision impairment, had a visible hearing aid, and was markedly bent over. As they began to kneel down, his wife reached over from his left and placed his right hand on the rail. Just a simple gesture, but it made me very emotional. THAT is what I want. Somebody who instinctively knows when I need a hand and is there to guide me.