Am I being too picky?
Don’t I have a right to be? After all, I’m choosing a husband, not an entrée!
I went on a date the other day. It was set-up by my sister’s-friend’s-brother’s- wife’s - dog walker’s mother. Yet I went in with an open-mind. You never know…
… at least that’s what they tell the single people. But ask the married people; they always seem to have known!
He didn’t seem too intent on making a good first impression with the first phone call… or maybe he did… either way I wasn’t too impressed with his lack of chivalry or charm. Yet, I still went in with an open mind. You never know.
The date went nicely, not the worst, and not the best. Something was missing though, I still wasn’t impressed. By the end of the date I decided he’s a great guy, but not for me. I just knew.
My standards might be high, but they are standards, hopes and expectations I hold for myself as well. Am I being unrealistic in expecting to have them met? Maybe. But I hope not.
Have you ever been swayed to order something at a restaurant, knowing that the whole day you were craving something else on the menu?
I look at it as though I am following my craving… for a soul mate.