Quit Wastin' Your Time!

When I was single (she said, gloating in the fact that she has a fabulous man who is crazy about her), I would be on Red Alert at all times, looking for a man. Everywhere I went—the grocery store, the drugstore, Home Depot, a restaurant—I would be on the lookout for single men. Every venue was my own personal gallery and I was searching for my miracle man.

Every time I saw a man who was alone and who met my physical criteria—taller than I, weight proportionate to height (i.e. not obese), decently dressed, and easy on the eyes—I would immediately check his ring finger. If he was wearing a wedding band, I would sigh with dejection and whisper to myself, "Oh well."

I've been performing this search-and-selection ritual for years. Years! And old habits die hard. The other day I walked into Office Depot on my lunch hour and immediately noticed a very handsome, age-appropriate man. As I started to look for his ring finger, it hit me that I don't have to do that any more.

What a relief. What an enormous relief to be out of that rigorous and stress-inducing dating nightmare.

I found a man! I found a really good, kind, thoughtful, handsome, funfunfun man.

I think I'll go dance a jig.