I wasn’t sure I heard right. One of my very dear male friends was suggesting he could help me find a man. Joe (not his real name) has been happily married for years to an incredible woman. The suggestion came out of love, hoping I could find the same happiness.
“I’m not interested in looking for a man.”
“Why wouldn’t you be interested? Just think, you could get married and have someone to share your life with…”
It has been many
twenty years since I last dated. After a divorce, dating and a really difficult breakup, I decided to focus my attention on raising my son, being successful at work and living a very full life.
“Just give me a list of what you’re looking for so I have something to work with.”
“Okay…if you really want to know.”
“Do you have a piece of paper ready?”
“He has to be a pilot or have international flight benefits so I can travel all over the world.”
“Love photography, be a Canon guy with all the lenses I want so we can share…”
“He would not require any space in my master bedroom closet, pay for the cleaning service, love to cook, only come home every other weekend…”
Now I was on a roll, gesturing madly and pacing around the room. Taking a breath, I turned around to see if I was talking too fast and I found myself alone. Joe had decided to take care of more serious business.
What Joe didn’t know is that God and I have an agreement. Since I suck at picking men, I’ve left it up to Him. Our understanding is, that if it’s supposed to happen, He’ll drop the guy into my lap and put out a flashing neon sign that says, “THIS IS HIM! THIS IS HIM!” I don’t want to overlook my perfect guy by mistake. No signs and no guy in my lap. I’m okay with that.
Still, I love that Joe cares enough about me to make the attempt. It’s always good to have friends.