So just because you’re single in a world where that’s not cool, it doesn’t make you desperate. You should never date a guy or girl because you’re afraid of being alone. Desperation causes bad choices to be made.
I had lunch with a married friend of mine the other day. We’ll call her Deb. She invited me out for a “Girl’s Day.” Considering my self-imposed hermit status, I thought it’d be a good idea.
My food weakness has always been Mexican, and Deb tempted my spicy taste buds with the promise of queso and guacamole.
As I sat in the vinyl booth and dipped a chip in the creamy white cheese dip, Heaven seemed as close as ever. The thick and salty dip with hints of jalapenos and other peppers sent a shiver of pure joy down my spine.
Deb saw my vulnerable state and decided to launch her attack. “You are too picky.”
I considered ignoring her. I could enjoy this delicious lunch in silence. She just had to get the hint.
“I mean I’ve introduced you to some really nice guys, but you always seem to find something wrong with them.
My cheese-covered chip turned into shattered glass as I tried to swallow it’s jagged little bits. Sipping my water, I glared at Deb for ruining my beautiful affair with food.
“Let’s see, there’s the guy who refused to take showers. He was a real winner.” I rolled my eyes. “The guy who texted me a picture of his junk before I’d ever met him.”
Oh yeah, I’m the picky one.
I sat back and crossed my arms satisfied with my argument.
Deb shook her head and laughed. “All those problems could have been solved through communication. Do you think guys come ready for marriage? I worked really hard on Doug before we tied the knot.”
I couldn’t believe she defended those losers to me. Doug may have had some issues, but when they met he was clean. And, as far as I knew, he never showed her his private areas before they got married. Big difference.
“Listen, I have standards for the guy I’m going to date, if that makes me picky then great. Just because I’m single does not make me desperate.”
My food weakness has always been Mexican, and Deb tempted my spicy taste buds with the promise of queso and guacamole.
As I sat in the vinyl booth and dipped a chip in the creamy white cheese dip, Heaven seemed as close as ever. The thick and salty dip with hints of jalapenos and other peppers sent a shiver of pure joy down my spine.
Deb saw my vulnerable state and decided to launch her attack. “You are too picky.”
I considered ignoring her. I could enjoy this delicious lunch in silence. She just had to get the hint.
“I mean I’ve introduced you to some really nice guys, but you always seem to find something wrong with them.
My cheese-covered chip turned into shattered glass as I tried to swallow it’s jagged little bits. Sipping my water, I glared at Deb for ruining my beautiful affair with food.
“Let’s see, there’s the guy who refused to take showers. He was a real winner.” I rolled my eyes. “The guy who texted me a picture of his junk before I’d ever met him.”
Oh yeah, I’m the picky one.
I sat back and crossed my arms satisfied with my argument.
Deb shook her head and laughed. “All those problems could have been solved through communication. Do you think guys come ready for marriage? I worked really hard on Doug before we tied the knot.”
I couldn’t believe she defended those losers to me. Doug may have had some issues, but when they met he was clean. And, as far as I knew, he never showed her his private areas before they got married. Big difference.
“Listen, I have standards for the guy I’m going to date, if that makes me picky then great. Just because I’m single does not make me desperate.”
“I just don’t want to see you end up alone.” Deb sighed.
“Right now I’m being courted by the greatest guy in the world, and his name’s Jesus. I’ll never be alone.”
“Right now I’m being courted by the greatest guy in the world, and his name’s Jesus. I’ll never be alone.”
I went home that night and thought about the qualities I look for in a man. Next week I’ll share them with you.